Part 2 — "MOTHER, I CANNOT MIND MY WHEEL"
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Mother, I cannot mind my wheel; My fingers ache, my lips are dry: O, if you felt the pain I feel! But O, who ever felt as I?
No longer could I doubt him true— All other men may use deceit; He always said my eyes were blue, And often swore my lips were sweet.
Walter Savage Lander [1775-1864]