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 If others do pretend a part,

or dares to share with me:

Or committees if thou crest,

or go on such a score,

I’ll smiling mock at they neglect,

and never love thee more,

But if no faithless action Stain.

thy love and constant word,

I‘ll make thee famous by my pen,

and glorious by my sword.

I‘ll serve thee in such noble ways,

as ne'er was known before:

I'll deck and crown thy head with bays,

and love thee more and more.

H where can fly my souls true love?

Sad I wander this lone grove;

Sighs and tears for him I shed,

Henry is from Laura fled.

Thy love to me thou didft impart.

Thy love soon won my virgin heart;

But dearest Henry thou'st betrayed

Thy love with my poor cottage-maid.

Thro* the vale my grief appears,

Sighing sad with pearly tears:

Oft thy image is my theme,

As I wander on the green:

See, from my cheek the coulour flies,

And love's sweet hope within me dies;

For oh! dear Henry, thou'st betrayd,

Thy love with my dear village-maid.