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How could you promife love to me,
And not that promise keep?

Why did you swear mine eyes were bright,
Yet leave thofe eyes to weep?

How could you fay my lips were sweet,

And made the scarlet pale?

And why did I, young witless maid,
Believe the Aatt'ring tale?

That face, alas! no more is fair,

Thofe lips no longer red;

Dark are mine eyes now clos'd in death,
And ev'ry charm is fled.

The hungry worm my fifter is,

This winding sheet I wear,

And cold and weary lafts our night

Till that laft morn appear.

But hark! the cock has warn'd me hence,

A long and laft adieu!

Come fee, falfe man, how low fhe lies

That died for love of you.

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Now birds did fing, and morning fmile
And fhew her glift'ring head;
Pale WILLIAM fhook in every limb,
And raving left his bed.

He hied him to the fatal place

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Where MARG'RET's body lay,
And ftretch'd him on the green grafs turf
That wrapp'd her breathless clay.

And thrice he call'd on MARG'RET's name, And thrice he wept full fore;

Then laid his cheek to the cold earth,

And word spake never more.

MALLET.

WAS when the feas were roaring

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With hollow blasts of wind,

A damfel lay deploring,

All on a rock reclin'd:

Wide o'er the foaming billows

She caft a wifhful look,

Her head was crown'd with willows

That trembled o'er the brook.

Twelve

and over

Twelve months are gone
And nine long tedious days;
Why didft thou, vent'rous lover,

Why didft thou trust the feas?
Ceafe, cease, thou cruel ocean
And let a lover reft;

Ah! what's thy troubled motion
To that within my breast ?

The merchant robb'd of treasure
Views tempefts in despair;
But what's the lofs of treasure

To the lofing of my dear?
Should you fome coaft be laid on
Where gold and diamonds grow,

You'll find a richer maiden,
But none that loves you fo.

How can they say that Nature
Has nothing made in vain ;
Why then beneath the water

Do hideous rocks remain ?
No eyes thofe rocks discover,

That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wand'ring lover And leave the maid to weep.

All

All melancholy lying

Thus wail'd fhe for her dear,
Repaid each blaft with fighing,
Each billow with a tear;

When o'er the white waves ftooping,
His floating corps fhe 'fpied;

Then like a lily drooping

She bow'd her head and died.

GAY.

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LL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The ftreamers waving in the wind,
When black-eyed SUSAN came on board,
O where fhall I my true love find?

Tell me, ye jovial failors, tell me true
If my fweet WILLIAM fails among your crew?

WILLIAM, who high upon the yard
Rock'd by the billows to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voice he heard,
He figh'd and caft his eyes below;

The cord glides swiftly thro' his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.

So

So the fweet lark high pois'd in air
Shuts close his pinions to his breast,
If chance his mate's fhrill call he hear,
And drops at once into her neft.
The nobleft captain in the British fleet
Might envy WILLIAM's lips thofe kisses sweet.

O SUSAN, SUSAN, lovely dear,
My vows fhall ever true remain
Let me kifs off that falling tear,
We only part to meet again.

Change as ye lift ye winds, my heart shall be
The faithful compass that ftill points to thee.

Believe not what the landmen fay,

Who tempt with doubts thy conftant mind,
They'll tell thee, failors when away
At every port a mistress find.

Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee fo,
For thou art present wherefoe'er I go.

If to fair India's coaft we fail,

Tiry eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thy breath is Africk's spicy gale,
Thy fkin is ivory so white;

Thus every beauteous object that I view,

Wakes in my foul fome charm of lovely SUE.

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