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Broadside ballad entitled 'The American Stranger'




I am a poor stranger, from America I came.
There's no one does know me, nor can tell me
        my name;
I am. a poor stranger, I'll tarry a while,
I have rambled for my darling for many along;

Some say I am rakish, some say I am wild.
Some say I am guilty, fair maids to beguile.
but I will make them ail liars, if you go with
and 1 will take you to America, my darling to

Give my   love   to my Polly, she's the girl
Likewiso to my Susan, although she is poor.
Give my love to Betsy, she is my joy and heart
And I will clasp her in my   arms   in   a cold
        winter night.

The moon shall be in darkness, the stars shall
        give no light,
If ever I prove false to my own heart's delight.
In the middle of the ocean there will grow a
        plum tree,
If ever I prove false to the girl that loves me.

She's bound for America, our ship's fit for sea,
Crying, Heavens protect us with a prosperous
And when we are landed, we will dance and
        we will sing,
In a plentiful country, so God save the Queen.

M'Intosh, Printer,   96 King St. Calton


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Probable date published: 1849   shelfmark: L.C.Fol.178.A.2(019)
Broadside ballad entitled 'The American Stranger'
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