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 How could you promise love to me,

and not that promise keep?

Why did you swear my eyes were bright,

yet leave these eyes to weep?

How could you s ysay [sic] my lips were red,

and made the scarlet pa epale [sic]?

And why did I young witless maid,

believe your flattering tale?

That face, alas,! no more is fair;

these lips no longer red,

Dark are mine eyes, now clos'd in death,

and every charm is fled.

The hungry worm my sister is,

this winding sheet I wear

And cold and weary lasts that night,

till that last morn appear.

But hark! the cock has warn'd me hence,

a last and long adieu;

Come see false man, how low she lies,

that died for love of you.

Now birds did sing and morning smil'd

and shew’d her glist'ring head;

Pale William shook in ev'ry limb;

then raving left his bed.

He hy'd him to the fatal place,

where Marg'ret's body lay,

And stretch'd him on the green grass ,

that wrapt her breathless clay,