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How could you promise love to me,
And not that promise keep?
Yet leave those eyes to weep
How could you say my lips were sweet,
And made the scarlet pale ?
Believe the flatt’ring tale ?
That face, alas ! no more is fair,
Those lips no longer red;
And ev'ry charm is fled.
The hungry worm my fifter is,
This winding sheet I wear,
Till that last morn appear.
But hark! the cock has warn'd me hence,
A long and last adieu !
Now birds did fing, and morning smile
And shew her glift'ring head;
And raving left his bed.
He hied him to the fatal place
Where MARG'Rer's body lay,
That wrapp'd her breathless clay.
And thrice he callid on MARG'ret's name,
And thrice he wept full sore;
WAS when the seas were roaring
With hollow blafts of wind, A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclin'd:
She cast a wishful look,
Twelve months are gone
and And nine long tedious days; Why didst thou, vent'rous lover,
Why didst thou trust the seas?
And let a lover rest;
To that within my breast ?
The merchant robb’d of treasure
Views tempefts in despair; But what's the loss of treasure
To the losing of my dear?
Where gold and diamonds grow,
How can they say that Nature
Has nothing made in vain ; Why then beneath the water
Do bideous rocks remain ? No eyes
those rocks discover, That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wand'ring lover
And leave the maid to weep.
All melancholy lying
Thus wail'd she for her dear,
Each billow with a tear ;
His floating corps she 'spied ;
She bow'd her head and died.
LL in the Downs the fleet was moor’d,
The streamers waving in the wind,
O where shall I my true love find?
WILLIAM, who high upon the yard
He figh'd and cast his eyes below;
So the sweet lark high pois'd in air
And drops at once into her neft.
O SUSAN, SUSAN, lovely dear,
We only part to meet again.
Believe not what the landmen say,
At every port a mistress find.
If to fair India's coast we fail,
Thy skin is ivory fo white;
beauteous object that I view,