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 ( 8 ) His ſcothing tale ſoon did prevail, and made me fondly love him; But now he flies, nor heads my cries, ah! why did I believe him? ah! &c. When first the youth made his address, he nought but love did ſay, Give me, he cry'd, my heart again, the heart you ſtole away, Or elſe incline to give me thine; and I'll together join them; My faithful heart could never part, ah! Why did I believe him? ah! &c. Not now my ſlighted face he knows, his ſoon forgotten dear, To a wealthier laſs o' enjoy'd he goes, to breed his falſehood there : Miſtaken maid, the Youth's a cheat, not for a moment truſt him; For ſhining gold he's bought and fold, ah! Why did I believe him ? ah! &c. Now all his flattering ſtory ſhun,, Or you like me will he betray'd, like me you'll be undone : But, peace my breast, not break my rell but try to quite forger bling I loon may fee as good es lie, at I wilh I ne'er bed ſeen him. I wiſh &c.

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