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5 And how should I your true love know

from many another one?

O by his cockle hat and staff;

and by his sandal shoon.

O lady he is dead and gone

lady hes dead and gone;

And at his head a green grass-turf

and at his heels a stone

Weep no more lady weep no more

thy sorrow is In vain;

For violets plucked the sweetest showers

will ne er make grow again

Yet stay fair lady rest awhile

beneath yon cloister wall;

See through the hawthorn blows the cold wind

and drizzling rain doth fall.

O stay me not thou holy Fryar

o stay me not I pray

No drizzling rain that falls on me,

can wash my fault away.



Thou'rt gane awa, thou'rt gane awa‘

thourt gane awa frae me Mary.

Nor friends nor I could make thee stay,

thoust cheated them and me, Mary-