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 "I mourn not! O no!

Yet sweet 'twere to me,

Could my eyelids o'erflow."

hang down your eyelids,

As if lull'd in sleep,

Your mother more caution

Desires you to keep.

Child thou art to blame—

Retire thee, retire!

The neighbour's cry "shame."

"! my gold-mother,

Of shame do not tell—

I said to my lover

Farewell! and farewell!"

She broke the pledg'd vow,

Their hearts were both rent,

He unsheaths his sword now."