Samuel Webbe - On his deathbed - текст песни (слова)

On his deathbed poor Lubin lies,
 His spouse is in despair;
 With frequent sobs and mutual cries,
 They both express their care.
 
 A diff'rent cause, says Parson Sly,
 The same effect may give;
 Poor Lubin fears that he shall die,
 His wife that he may live.