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Ballads and Songs
The very night in which he died, She to another was made bride;
In mirth and joy the day they past, But mark her sorrows at the last.
Night being come, the said, my dear, Let me the first to bed repair;
If after you'll be oleas'd to come,
My maid will show you to the room.
The same it was by both agreed,
Being put to bed, the maid with speed,
Taking her leave, return'd down stairs, The same minute the Ghost appears.
With piercing words, he to her cry'd, Oh I perjured soul, not satisfied
With all me love that I could give,
How canst thou thus desire to live ?
Could not my sighs make thee to grieve?
Could not my sighs make thee believe That my distressed heart was true ?
What canst thou say? Speak to me now.
With that she shriek'd out bitterly,
Oh! pray, dear Christian souls, said she,
Save me I save my life, I do die, I am ruin'd to eternity.
'Tis not your cries, said he, can save Your perjured body from the grave:
This night you'll lie with me in clay:
Then straight he took her hence away.
They hearing of her dreadful cry, Up stairs immediately did hie,
But found the chamber all alone,
The poor young lady being gone.
In tears of sorrow all were drown'd: In her pocket they the letter found,
Which he had sent the day before,
Reading the same they wept the more.
The father cry'd, I am undone;
The husband he distracted ran: Oh! take warning here both young and old,
And never break your vows for gold*