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[The following is an almost literal translation of a very old and very / favourite song among the Westphalian Boors. The turn at the end is the same / with one of Mr. Dibdin's excellent songs, and the air to which it is sung / by the Boors is remarkably sweet and lively.]
When thou to my true-love com'st / Greet her from me kindly; / When she asks thee how I fare? / Say, folks in Heaven fare finely.
When she asks, "What! Is he sick? " / Say, dead! -- and when for sorrow / She begins to sob and cry, / Say, I come to-morrow.