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And thou, false fair, one day may'st rue,
Thy frail inconstancy,
Some youth may prove to thee untrue,
As thou hast prov'd to me.
Then thou wilt wish me back again,
And thou wilt wish—but wish in vain:
Thy frail inconstancy,
Some youth may prove to thee untrue,
As thou hast prov'd to me.
Then thou wilt wish me back again,
And thou wilt wish—but wish in vain:
For when thou sigh'st I will not hear,
Or listen to thy cry,
And when thou shed'st the bitter tear,
Thou 'lt find my eyes are dry;
And thou wilt wish thou ne'er had'st broke
The vows which thou so oft hast spoke.
Or listen to thy cry,
And when thou shed'st the bitter tear,
Thou 'lt find my eyes are dry;
And thou wilt wish thou ne'er had'st broke
The vows which thou so oft hast spoke.
Thy fatal beauty may deceive
Some trusting heart, like mine,
For I, too surely did believe,
Some trusting heart, like mine,
For I, too surely did believe,
