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 My love ſent me another letter,

that he lay dangerous ſick,

And I muſt needs go preſently,

and give my love phyſic.

But now ye ſhall hear what love I had,

and a love for that ſick man;

That I was a whole ſummer's day

one mile a going on.

When I came to my love's bed-ſide,

where he lay dangerous ſick;

I could not then for laughing ſtand

upright upon my feet.

I ſat me down by his bed-ſide,

and laid a white wand on his breaſt,

And then cry'd I, ſince you are well,

I hope your ſoul's at reſt.

No ſooner had I ſpoke theſe words,

he lifted up his eyes;

But ſince you ſee how bad I am,

'tis you your love denies.

I'll do as much for my true love,

as any pretty maiden may:

I'll dance and ſing upon your grave,

for a twelvemonth and a day.

When I have done what I can do,

I'll ſit me down and cry,

And every tear that I do ſhed,

I'll hang them up to dry.