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Which you threw upon it as a mark of true love,
Love's stronger than death, for it does not remove;
For my eamest desire is for yon, my dear,
And till you are with me I'll still wander here.
For this world's but vanity, all's but a vain show!
It's nought to the pleasure where we are to go,
She went to embrace him, being all of a fright,
But be in a moment went ont of her sight.
Then home in great horror so her father did run,
Cried Oh! cruel Father, now what have you done,
Gregor, lov'd Gregor, came to me in blood,
And his body lies murdred in an American wood.
And still she maintain'd it, and cry'd ilke a child,
Never was seen for to laugh, nor yet for to smile,
Brought to her all doctors whose skill was in vain,
Who still gave opinion, she was sound in the brain.
Her body decayed, and her face wan and pale,
She soar'd to her true love beyond death's dark vale,
First her, then her mother, in one night expired,
I hope she enjoy's the bliss she desir'd
Now the old father he cries, bereft of all joys,
Tho' he has plenty of gold he has neither girls nor boys,
Let all cruel parents to this then take heed,
His pretty young daughter is now with the dead.
Clerk Colvill, or, the Mermaid.
Clerk Colvill and his lusty dame
Were walking in the garden green;
The belt around her stately waist
Cost Clerk Colvill of pounds fifteen.
"O promise me now, Clerk Colvill,
Or it will cost ye muekle strife;
Ride never by the wells of Slane,
If ye wad live and brook your life."
