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How could her father be so severe!
why, so severe and cruel?
Could he not laid the fault on me,
and spar'd my dearest jewel!
The beauty of all western parts,
who daily did adore me;
Nay, I may say the best of hearts
lies bleeding now before me.
O how can I presume to live,
all in this world behind her!
No, no, one fatal stroke I'll give,
perhaps then I may find her
Down in the silent shades below,
where bleeding lovers wander;
Still pouring out sad grief and woe,
they daily did ly under.
A sword he from his side drew out,
and slew himself soon after,
Just like two loyal lovers fair,
they died both together.
They both were buried in one grave,
just like two lovers loyal;
May God preserve all you that love,
and send you no such trial.
THE ROYAL GEORGE
O The sad and dismal story,
which proceeds from Spithead coast,
The Royal George and all her glory,
Here unfort'nately are lost.
