Ballad. In Liberty- Hall

Were Patience kind to me
Oh he de nos!
Far plyther than a coat I'd be,
Oh he de nos!
Leap, skip, and pound, would poor Ap Hugh,
And capriole, and caper too,
And frisk, and jump, and dance, look you,
Oh he de nos!

II.

But Patience very cruel is,
Oh he de nos!
With jibes, and cheers, and mockeries,
Oh he de nos!

Which makes to sigh and sob Ap Hugh,
And whining, his sad fortune rue,
And crieve, and croan, and crunt, look you,
Oh he de nos!
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