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By light of the moon, whieh brightly was shining,
She spy’d her lover, who to her did say,
Your parents are sleeping, before they awake
Stir my dear ereature, and eome away.
O Jemmy, she cry'd, if my father should hear,
We both shall be ruin’d, I pray thee repair
Unto the sea-side, I'll there meet with you,
With my two maids I’ll meet with you there.
Her night-gown embroider’d with gold and silver,
Carelessly round her body she instantly throws,
With her two maids who did attend her,
To meet her lover she instantly goes.
Close in his arms did the spirit enfold her,
Jemmy, she said, you are eolder than clay!
Sure you’re not the man that I do admire;
Paler than death you appear unto me.
Yes, fairest ereature, I am your true love;
Dead or alive, you know your my own !
I eome for thy vow, my dear, you must follow
My body now to a watery tomb.
I, for your sake, refus’d gold and silver;
Beauty and riches for you I despis’d;
A eharming lady for me did expire;
For thinking on you I was deaf to her eries.
Your eruel parents have been my undoing,
And now I do sleep in a watery grave;
Now for thy promise, my dear, I am shewing,
Dead or alive now you I must have.
PART IV.
The trembling lady was sorely affrighted!
Amazed she stood near the brink of the sea!
With eyes lifted up, she cried, eruel parents,
