As I walked out on an evening so clear, A young man lamented for the loss of his dear, And as he lamented, full sore he did cry, Saying,"'Alas, I'm tormented, for love I must die."
"My dear and my jewel, my honey," said he,
"Were I to say yes, I would say 'gainst my mind,
"Oh, pox take you, Sally, for you are unkind,
"Oh, some court for beauty, but beauty soon fades, |
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