Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 4 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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Thou shalt be my treasure,                              us
Thou shalt be my pleasure,
Thou shalt be my heart's delight: I will be thy darling, I will be thy worldling,
In despight of fortune's spight."                120
Thus he did remain
In wastfull great expences, Till it bred his pain,
And consumed him quite. When his lands were spent,                               125
Troubled in his sences, Then he did repent
Of his late lewd life. For relief he hies, For relief he flyes                                                  130
To them on whom he spent his gold: They do him deny, They do him defle ;
They will not once his face behold. Being thus distressed,                                           135
Being thus oppressed,
In the fields that night he lay; "Which the harlot knowing, Through her malice growing,
Sought to take his life away.                       no
A young and proper lad They had slain in secret