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Poem	THE father's name ye ne'er shall be told Of my darling unborn life; "Shame, shame," ye cry, "on the strumpet bold!" Yet I'm an honest wife. To whom I'm wedded, ye ne'er shall be told, Yet he's both loving and fair; He wears on his neck a chain of gold, And a hat of straw doth he wear. If scorn 'tis vain to seek to repel, On me let the scorn be thrown. I know him well, and he knows me well, And to God, too, all is known. Sir Parson and Sir Bailiff, again, I pray you, leave me in peace! My child it is, my child 'twill remain, So let your questionings cease! 1815.*
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