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0 radther, mother, make my bed.
For I shall die to-morrow.
Hard-hearted creature, him to sUght,
Who loved me so dearly,
0 ! that I'd been more kind to him.
When he was alive and i.ear me.
She on her death-bed as she lay,
Begg'd to be buried by him.
And sore repented of the day,
That she did e'er deny him.
Farewell! she said, yc virgins all.
And shun the fault I fell in.
Henceforth take warning by the fall
Of cruel Barbara Allen.
Tlic ]>lsaster«$ of poor Jerry Blossom.
\s sung hy Mr. SLOMAN, at the Bowery Theatre, New-York
RECITATION.
Sarvant, good folks, I'se com'd here just to tell
My misfort'nate rambles, if things like gang well;
'Tis soom months now, I think, sin I first got a pleace.
My name's .U^rry Blossom, you know by my feace.
Ee Yorkshire they tell'd ma, which made my heait glad,
Folks e Lun;:un were kind to a poor simple lad.
Sae I pack'd up ma clacs, top ut coach I were stuck,
And I pray'd all the way for a bit of good luck ;
But the day I got here, I sal never forget.
For I thou't all the world e I^unnun were met
Leak which way I would, they com'd just as fast,
Sae I thou't I'd stand still, t' mob were gone past;
I ax'd a good many if ow't were t' matter.
But they push't ma aboot, and said, baud thy fool's
clatter.
I'd a brayed yan chap weel wi' ma stick on his nob,
But I felt something wann, sliding into ma fob;