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'''SINCE THEN I'M DOOMED [2]'''. English, Air (2/4 time). D Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). One part. "Since then I'm doomed this sad reverse to prove" was a song in Prince Hoare's two-act farce '''The Spoil'd Child'''. The words go: | '''SINCE THEN I'M DOOMED [2]'''. English, Air (2/4 time). D Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). One part. "Since then I'm doomed this sad reverse to prove" was a song in Prince Hoare's two-act farce '''The Spoil'd Child''' that ends the first act. The words go: | ||
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SINCE THEN I'M DOOMED [2]. English, Air (2/4 time). D Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). One part. "Since then I'm doomed this sad reverse to prove" was a song in Prince Hoare's two-act farce The Spoil'd Child that ends the first act. The words go:
Since then I'm doomed this sad reverse to prove,
To quit each object of my infant care;
Torn from an honored parent's tender love,
And driven the keenest storms of fate too bear.
Ah, then forgive me, pitied, let me part,
Your frowns, too sure, would break my sinking heart.
Oft have you said I was you only joy;
A, wretch to forfeit such an envied bliss;
You too have deigned to call me darling boy,
And owned your fondness with a mother's kiss.
Ah, then forgive me, &c.
Where'er I go, what'er my lowly state,
Yet grateful memory still shall linger here;
Perhaps, when musing o'er my cruel fate,
You still may greet me with a tender tear.
Ah then forgive, &c.