The Unfortunate shepherdess/The bewildered maid

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THE BEWILDER'D MAID.

⟨SLOW⟩ broke the light and sweet breath'd the more,
⟨When⟩ a maiden I saw ⟨sitting under a thorn,⟩
Her dark hair hung loose on her bare neck of snow
Her eyes look'd bewilder'd her cheek pale ⟨with⟩ woe.

Oh, whence is thy sorrow sweet maiden said I,
The green grave will answer, she said with a sigh:
The merry lark so sweetly did sing o'er head,
But she thought on ker woes, and the battle she said.

The breeze murmur'd by, when she look'd up forlorn,
Hark! hark! didst thou hear-twas the sigh ⟨of⟩ the morn,
They say that in battle my love met his death,
But ah! 'twas the hawthorn that robb'd his ⟨sweet⟩ breath.

Come here, gentle Robin, live safe from the storm
In my bosom now sing, there my true-love lies warm;
Ah! Robin, be constant, my true love was brave,
Sweet Robin shall sit, and sing over his grave.