Song—in the character of A ruined Farmer（1/1）

song—in the character of a ruined farmer

tune—“go from my window, love, do.”

the sun he is sunk in the west,

all creatures retired to rest,

while here i sit, all sore beset,

with sorrow, grief, and woe:

and its o, fickle fortune, o!

the prosperous man is asleep,

nor hears how the whirlwinds sweep;

but misery and i must watch

the surly tempest blow:

and its o, fickle fortune, o!

there lies thear partner of my breast;

her cares for a moment at rest:

must i see thee, my youthful pr,

thus brought so very low!

and its o, fickle fortune, o!

there lie my sweet babies in her arms;

no anxious fear their little hearts alarms;

but for their sake my heart does ache,

with many a bitter throe:

and its o, fickle fortune, o!

i once was by fortune carest:

i once could relieve the distrest:

now lifes poor support, hardly earnd

my fate will scarce bestow:

and its o, fickle fortune, o!

nofort, nofort i have!

how wee to me were the grave!

but then my wife and childrenar—

o, wither would they go!

and its o, fickle fortune, o!

o whither, o whither shall i turn!

all friendless, forsaken, forlorn!

for, in this world, rest or peace

i never more shall know!

and its o, fickle fortune, o!