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THE CONSTANT SWAIN.
WHERE is my constant jewel,
my joy and heart's delight?
Why does she prove so cruel,
as to forsake me quite.
I might have had much treasure,
had I forsook her charms,
I lov'd her out of measure,
I wish'd her in my arms.
How oft have I beheld her,
the charming beauty bright,
Her charms were so delighting,
she ravished my sight.
Each morning that I view'd her,
her cheeks were lovely red,
With pleasure I review'd her,
as she lay on her bed.
She's tall and she is slender,
and every way complete,
She is handsome for to follow,
and clever for to meet.
Her lips are red as rubies,
here eyes are black as sloes,
Her charms are so delighting,
she wounds where'er she goes.
