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The G rl I left behind me,
IAnvlonefome fince I crofs’d the hills.
and pVr the moors that tire mcj
What heavy thoughts my heart doth fill.
fihee l parted with my lietfey^
In fearch of fome one fine and gay,
feveral doth’remind me,
Of the blefl hours I pafs’d away,
with the girl I left behind me.
The hours 1 dp remember well.
when recoil edition takes me,
A pain within my breait I feel,
fince firft fire own’d to love me ;
But now I am gone to Brighton camp,
kind heaven pray new guide me.
Arid fend me falely 1 orae again,
to the girl I left behind me.
Her golden hair in ringlets fair,
her ey es Mke diamonds fhinning.
Her Bender waift and carriage chafte,
left me poor fwain ! a pining;
But let the night be e’er fo dark,
or e’er fo wet or windy,
1 will return fate back again
to the girl i kft behind me.

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