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Unhappy Love 113
8 When he saw what he had done, he sunk down in despair, Wringing his hands and tearing his hair,
Crying, "O wretched monster, pray what have I done? I've murdered the flower oŁ fair London town."
9 Then up from the ground he instantly starts
And leaned on his sword till he pierced his own heart. "Forgive me," he cried till he drew his last breath; Then closed his eyes in the cold arms of death.
10 And when of those tidings young William did hear, He died brokenhearted for the sake of his dear. So father and daughter and the young sailor bold Met an untimely end for the sake of cursed gold.