SONG—Little Pickle.
Tune—Je suis Linder.
Since then I’m doom’d, this sad reverse to prove,
To quit each object of my infant care;
Torn from an honour’d parent’s tender love,
And driven the keenest storms of fate to bear.
Ah! but forgive me, pitied let me part,
Your frowns, too sure, wou’d break my sinking heart.
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