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[7] Alas! quoth he, what shall I do?

My love by death has bid adieu,

She's buried in a wat'ry wave,

In the deep ocean is her grave.

The pattern of true loyaltie,

Lies in the bottom of the sea;

And I am left by cruel fate,

Thus to lament my wretched fate.

It was my parents' cruelty,

Which caus'd this fatal tragedy:

Oh! I wish my parents did but know

The sorrow which I undergo.

Since I have lost my dearest dear,

I will go wander far and near;

For I no comfort now can find,

To ease my discontented mind.

Then with a sigh, these words he said,

Oh! beauteous fair, and lovely maid,

Although she was of low degree,

I thought her rich enough for me.

He being weary fat him down,

Beneath a tree to make his moan:

My lovely charming maid, said he,

I hope e'er long to be with thee.

A voice did answer, look and see,

Behold! thy lover comes to thee:

You think I'm drowned in the sea,

No, I am come to cherish thee.