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 Without her love I cannot live,

Pale death the fatal stroke must give,

To ease my heart of grief and woe,

This said, afresh his tears did flow.

The Father said, Chear up my son,

Thou dost not know what may be done;

Before that thou shalt die, said he,

With all I have I'll part to thee.

That very word reviv'd his heart,

The Father did as freely part

With all his riches, house and land,

Then they were married out of hand.

He having then given all away

Unto his son, he thus did say,

I hope that you will me afford,

A living both at bed and board.

The Lord forbid, the Son reply'd,

That such a thing should be deny'd;

We'll live together here in love,

And I right dutiful will prove.

It paſs'd on well a year or two,

At length the scornful Madam grew

Weary of him, and oft would cry,

When will this grey old þadger die?

Sometimes when nobles hither came,

Forfooth this proud and loft dame,

Made him their preſence to depart,

Which cut the father to the heart.