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Thou falsest one of woman-kind,
This is to put thee fresh in mind,
How most ungrateful you have been,
Oh! while you're here repent your sin.
Oh! take your joys while they do last;
But be assur'd e'er night be past,
I'll come in tears and visit you—
No more from him that loves so true.
She took the letter with a scoff,
And reading it she fram'd a laugh;
Into her pocket put the same,
And to her company went again.
No answer from her could he get,
Therefore in height of passion great,
Into a river near the town,
In tears of sorrow walked down;
Smiting his breast, he often cry'd,
O! that in the ocean I had died;
And never liv'd to see this day,
To throw my precious life away.
His grief was more than he could bear
Into the river deep and clear:
He flung himself with bitter cries,
And never more was seen to rise.
The very night in which he died,
She to another was made bride;
In mirth and joy the day they past,
But mark her sorrows at the last.
