Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

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Tea, seaven times he stood at her feet,
And seaven times at her head ; A thousand times he shook her hand,
Although her body was dead.
" Ah wretched me !" he loudly cry'd,               u
" What is it that I have done ? O wou'd to the powers above I'de d/d,
When thus I left her alone!
" Come, come, you gentle red-breast now, And prepare for us a tomb,                                jo
Whilst unto cruel Death I bow, And sing like a swan my doom.
" Why could I ever cruel be
Unto so fair a creature; Alas! she dyM for love of me,                               «5
The loveliest she in nature 1
" For me she left her home so fair
To wander in this wild grove, And there with sighs and pensive care
She ended her life for love.                                eo
" 0 constancy, in her thou'rt lost!
Now let women boast no more ; She's fled unto the Elizian coast,
And with her carryM the store.
" O break, my heart, with sorrow fill'd, es Come, swell, you strong tides of grief!
Tou that my dear love have kill'd, Come, yield in death to me relief.