The Lincolnshire Knight (1802)/The Lady's Complaint
THE LADY'S COMPLAINT.
MY Love has fairly promised,
that he would prove true,
No sooner I consented,
but he's left me to rue.
His actions always modest,
his words were sweet and kind,
But he's gone to range the world,
and left me here behind.
But I hope he will return,
as constant as the dove,
When I with open arms,
will meet with my true love.
When we will join our hands,
and happy we will be,
There's none in the world
shall enjoy me but he.