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The Perjured Maid
He hearing how her mind was bent,
In tears he for the lady sent; She came to him with scornful frown,
Asking what wind brought him to town.
My dearest love, the Captain said, I hear to-morrow you're to wed;
Straight, with a frown, she cried, 'tis true, And if it I be, what's that to you ?
Tears stopp'd his speech, no more could say, Straight from his arms she flung away,
And left him there in tears alone,
With heart as cold as lead or stone.
In floods of tears to bed he went,
And spent the night in discontent;
Smiting his breast, he oft-ttmes said, Oh! that I'd in the ocean died.
In the morning, soon as it was light,
In tears he did a letter write, Which he directed to his dear,
The words were these as you shall hear.
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 hv'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.
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