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 7 How could you promife love to me, and not that promife keep ? Why did you fwear my eyes were bright, yet leave thofe eyes to weep ?

How could you fay my lips were red, and made the fcarlet pale? Aud why did I, young witlefs maid, believe your flattering talc ?

That face, alas! no more is fair, thefe lips no longer red, Dark are mine eyes, now clos’d in death, and every charm is fled.

The hungry worm my filler is, this winding fheet I wear; And cold and weary lafts the night, till that laft morn appear.

But hark ! the cock has warn’d me heice, a laft and log^ adieu ; Come fee falfe man, how low fhe lies, that died for love of you.

Now birds did fing. and morning fmil'd, and fhew'd her glift’ring head ; Pale William fhook in ev’ry limb, then raving left his bed.

He hy'd him to the fatal place, where Margaret’s body lay, And ftretch’d him on the green grafs turf, that wrapt her breathlfes clay.