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 Thou falsest one of woman-kind,

This is to put thee fresh in mind,

How most ungrateful you have been,

Oh! while you're here repent your sin.

Oh! take your joys while they do last;

But be assur'd e'er night be past,

I'll come in tears and visit you—

No more from him that loves so true.

She took the letter with a scoff,

And reading it she fram'd a laugh;

Into her pocket put the same,

And to her company went again.

No answer from her could he get,

Therefore in height of passion great,

Into a river near the town,

In tears of sorrow walked down;

Smiting his breast, he often cry'd,

O! that in the ocean I had died;

And never liv'd to see this day,

To throw my precious life away.

His grief was more than he could bear

Into the river deep and clear:

He flung himself with bitter cries,

And never more was seen to rise.

The very night in which he died,

She to another was made bride;

In mirth and joy the day they past,

But mark her sorrows at the last.