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Cromlet's Lilt
And thy hard heart _ ed _ nefs, O cru _ el fair.
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Have I not graven our loves
On every tree,
In yonder fpreading Groves,
Tho'falfe thou be: -
Was not a folemn oath
Plighted betwixt us both,
Thou thy faith, I my troth,
Conftant to be.
Some gloomy place I'll find.
Some doleful fhade,
Where neither fun nor wind
E'er entrance had:
Into that hollow cave,
There will I figh and rave,
Becaufe thou do' ft behave
So faithlefsly.
Wild fruit fhall be my meat,
I'll drink the fpring,
< M earth fhall be my feat;
For covering.
I'll have the ftarry fky
My head to canopy,
Until my foul on high
Shall fpread its wing.
I'll have no funeral fire,
Nor tears for me;
No grave do I defire,
Nor obfequie.
The courteous red-breaft he.
With leaves wiU cover me,
And fing my elegy*
With doleful voice.
And when a ghoft I am,
I'll vifit thee;
O thou deceitful dame,
Whofe cruelty .
Has kiil'd the kindeft heart,
That e'er felt-Cupid's dart,
And never can defert
From loving thee.