LOVE.SICk WILLY.

One Willy Wright, who kent store
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One Willy Wright who kept store,
But nothing kept therein,
Save earthen jugs and some few kegs
of whiskey, ale and gin,-
Grew sick, and often would exclaim,
Oh how my heart does burn!
And ev'ry week he poor man lived
lie had peakiy turn.
NV when they saw him thus decline,
Some said that death must come;
Some wondered what his all could be,
Some sad his ale was rum.
htlast the very cause was known


Of every pang he felt
Remote, at one end of the town,


Miss Martha Townsend dwclt;
portly love-resising dame,


Contemptuous, proud and haughty;
But yet, though "fat and forty" too,
She was not two and-forty.
And Willy long had sought and sighd
To gain this pretty maid
'Ihave no trade said he, $50 sure.
My love cant be be.tray'd'
To Martha then he trembling went,
And said, MY dear, 'tis true,
Though have nothing in my store,
Ive love in store foryou.
And if thou wilt thou may'st become
But here his tongue was tied;
And though she ufited yet she said
She mere would be his bride.
Then TURNING Willy out of doors,
Said she, Go, so along;
Illate the man who's always Wright,
Yet always doing wrong.'
Il leave you them said he, farewell
OF peace Pm now bereft--
If am always Wright and wrong,


You must be right, and left ,
So then he closed his little store,


Shut up each door and blind,
And settled his accounts and died,


And left Ho will belind II