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- As I roved out one evening
It been on a blooming spring
I over heard a damsel fair, most
glorious she did sing.
Saying cruel were my parents for they
did me so annoy
The [sic] would not let me carry with
my bonny labouring boy.
Say”s [sic] the mother to the daughter
your talk is all in vain
so marry a poor labouring boy(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.