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Her father in a passion flew,
and threat'ned to destroy her,
If that her folly she'd pursue,
no clerk suould e'er enjoy her.
O then, she said, He must and will,
although you be offended;
When from my solemn vow I fall,
pray let my life be ended.
Upon the table in the room,
'a fowling-piece did ly,
Her father in a passion flew,
and straight at her let fly.
It lighted on her youthful breast,
and she fell down before him,
These were the last words that she spoke,
for ever I'll adore him.
When he had seen what he had done,
what, have I slain my daughter?
His rapier then he drew out forth,
and slew himself soon after.
Her mother came into the room,
and both she stood a viewing,
With grief her tender heart did break,
ambition was their ruin.
Her lover came amongst the rest,
with hands in sorrow wringing.
And from her-fair youthful breast,
the blood he then saw springing.
