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No one being there, he to her did say,
Come, madam, strip off that gaudy array;
As I'm come so far an harlot to see,
I am resolved your butcher to be.

Can'st thou be so cruel, to him she did say,
My innocent life thus to take away?
What harm, my dear jewel, have I done to thee,
The crime it was yours in deluding me.

Vile strumpet, dost thou presume for to prat,
Come yield to my sword, for no longer I'll wait.
She to him for mercy did bitterly cry,
But he hard hearted wretch had no mercy.

But finding with him she could not prevail,
O heaven! said she, since all flesh is frail,
Pardon my crimes, which are many, she cries,
Now traitor I'm ready for your sacrifice.

She op'ned her breast, far whiter than snow,
He pierced her heart whilst the crimson did flow
Her body he threw in a river near,
And thus dy'd the beauty of fair Oxfordshire.

Then home he returned, and when he came there
He wandered about like a man in despair;
No rest night nor day he ever could find,
The sweet Shepherdess ran so in his mind.

Within four days he took to his bed,
The doctor gave him over, it is said,