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THE COMMONWEALTH. |
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If to love me she would not incline,
I said I should die in an hour; " To die," said she, " is in thine,
But to love you is not in my power.' I ask'd her the reason why
She could not of me approve ; She said 'twas a task too hard,
To give any reason for love. |
She asked me of my estate,
I told her a flock of sheep; The grass whereon they graze,
And where she and I might sleep : Besides a good ten pound,
In old King Harry's groats; While hooks and crooks abound,
And birds of sundry notes.
And alas ! poor Shepherd, &c. |
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And alas ! poor Shepherd, &c. |
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CHRISTMAS'S LAMENTATION.'
The words and tune of this ballad are contained in Gamble's MS. commonÂplace book. The ballad is also in the Roxburghe Collection, i. 48, entitled f Christmas' Lamentation for the losse of his acquaintance; showing how he is forst to leave the Country, and come to London. To the tune of Now the Spring is come."
The ballad, "Now the Spring is.come," is in the same Collection, i. 200, entitled " A Lover's desire for his best beloved; or, Come away, come away, and 'do not stay. To an excellent new Court tune." It commences thus:— |
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