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THE SHADY GROVE:
OR THE
DISTRESSED LOVER.
DOWN by yon shady grove,
One day I chanc'd to rove,
Where the fields and the meadows look gay
I spy'd a lovely maid
She has my heart betray'd,
And she's caus'd me a while for to stay.
Her cheeks they're like the rose,
Her eyes are black as sloes,
Her skin is far whiter than snow,
She is a lovely maid,
She has my heart betray'd,
And more of her heart I will know.
I said my own sweetheart,
My jewel that thou art,
I have set my affection on thee,
Thou set my heart on fire,
It's all that I desire,
My true love in constancy to be.
It is for you alone,
That here I sigh and moan,
For true love will never decay,
Sweetheart you know my mind,
I hope you will prove kind,
Though my dwelling lies far away.
