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 But Oh alai, I find I’ve lost him And this is my Bridela Bed. Then on her Bed of Straw she tumbled Wringing her Hand she sigh’d and cry’d, With a loud Voice some words she grumbled And I her Face no more espy'd.





Eneath the shady Willow-Green Where the purling Streams do run A Damosel Fair was making Mone Crying I am undone Her Breast as white as Lillies red, Her Cheeks like Roses red, But all her Cry was, O false Man, Who had her Heart betray’d. Go. Go most ungrateful Man, To leave me in Despair, How can You so ungrateful prove, T'embrace another Fair, How can You swore that You’d be Kind As I design’d to You, But now you’re changing like the Wind And leave me here to rue. How oft did we together Walk Within the shady Grove,