Vulgar words in A Collection of Ballads (Page 1)
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Balow, my boy, I'll weep for thee; Too soon, alake, thou'lt weep for me: Thy griefs are growing to a sum, God grant thee patience when they come; Born to sustain thy mother's shame, A hapless fate, a bastard's name.