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4 Then to her market basket

She tied her poney's rein;

I thus by female courage

Was dragg'd to life again.

She led me to her dwelling,

She cheer'd my heart with wine,

And then she deck'd a table

At which the gods might dine.

Among the mild Madonas

Her features you may find;

But not the fam'd Corregios

Could ever paint her mind.

Then sing the maid of Lodi,

Who sweetly sung to me;

And when this maid is married,

Still happier may she be.

Woes my heart that we should sunder.

broken words and downcast eyes,

Poor Colin spoke his passion tender;

And, parting with his Lucy, cries,

Ah! woes my heart that we should sunder.

To others I am cold as snow,

But kindle with thine eyes like tinder;

From thee with pain I'm forc'd to go;

It breaks my heart that we should sunder.