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How could you promise love to me,
and not that promise keep?
Why did you swear my eyes were bright,
yet leave these eyes to weep?
How could you s y my lips were red,
and made the scarlet pa e?
And why did I young witless maid,
believe your flattering tale?
That face, alas,! no more is fair;
these lips no longer red,
Dark are mine eyes, now clos'd in death,
and every charm is fled.
The hungry worm my sister is,
this winding sheet I wear
And cold and weary lasts that night,
till that last morn appear.
But hark! the cock has warn'd me hence,
a last and long adieu;
Come see false man, how low she lies,
that died for love of you.
Now birds did sing and morning smil'd
and shew’d her glist'ring head;
Pale William shook in ev'ry limb;
then raving left his bed.
He hy'd him to the fatal place,
where Marg'ret's body lay,
And stretch'd him on the green grass (illegible text),
that wrapt her breathless clay,
