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  I thus by female courage
 * Was dragg'd to life again.

Then sing the maid of Lodi,
 * Who sweetly sung to me;

And when this maid is married,
 * Still happier may she be.



was on a summer's morning, the weather being fair I stroll'd for recreation down by a river clear, I overheard a damsel most grievously complain, All for her absent lover who plough'd the raging main.

I say, my lovely fair maid, why do you grieve and The absence of my true love,—the damsel did reply, These 5 long years, and better, I've daily for him And although the wars are ended he never has

It's really most surprising that he was so unkind, Te leave so fair a creature lamenting here behind; But if you could forget him, and place your love on Until death separate us, to you I'll constant be.

No,—says the lovely fair maid, such things can My own love I admire, no other man but he;