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Till the heart of this young blooming creature
With sorrow was made for to flow.
With sorrow was made for to flow.
Unmov’d with the groans that she utter’d,
He wantonly to her did say,
For marriage I am not disposed,
Then homeward he set on his way.
She cried, remember your promise,
For you know that to you I’m with child.
Aspiring for one that was greater,
The Star of the East he beguil’d.
He wantonly to her did say,
For marriage I am not disposed,
Then homeward he set on his way.
She cried, remember your promise,
For you know that to you I’m with child.
Aspiring for one that was greater,
The Star of the East he beguil’d.
Distracted she ran thro’ the woodlands,
Her bosom still heaving with pain;
No answer was made to her sighing,
But the rocks that re-echoed again.
Soon death’s icy drops hang suspended
On the brow of this beauty betray’d,
To those boisterous waves she’s now bended,
In death’s robes she now is array’d.
Her bosom still heaving with pain;
No answer was made to her sighing,
But the rocks that re-echoed again.
Soon death’s icy drops hang suspended
On the brow of this beauty betray’d,
To those boisterous waves she’s now bended,
In death’s robes she now is array’d.
When I visit the tomb of this lassie,
Some spirit it whispers to me,
A victim to Love lies here buried,
Where youth bloom’d in every eye.
No more by yon castle she wanders,
To love she is no more a slave,
Bereaved of all earthly comforts,
She mouldering now lies in the grave.
Some spirit it whispers to me,
A victim to Love lies here buried,
Where youth bloom’d in every eye.
No more by yon castle she wanders,
To love she is no more a slave,
Bereaved of all earthly comforts,
She mouldering now lies in the grave.
FINIS.
