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When that true lover the letter had read,
He ſent unto her a letter with ſpeed,
Saying, The whole world ſhall not us divide,
For I will come to you whatever betide.
But her true lover's anſwer ſhe never receiv’d,
For which ſhe lamenting, lay heartily griev'd,
Saying, Hath my love forſaken me quite;
Oh! now all my pleaſures have taken their flight.
Sure he was too loyal his love to deceive,
When here I will ſorrow ev'n down to my grave,
But now for fair Exeter I will repair,
Tho' my ſhadow be here, my heart it is there.
This damſel without any longer delay,
For fair Exeter ſhe then took her way,
And that very minute for London he came,
In hopes for to meet his amorous dame.
But ſtill cruel fortune upon them did frown,
The one coming up, the other coming down,
And then on the road each other they miſs,
Oh! who can diſcover the ſorrow of this.
But when they both found their labour was loſt,
And both their deſigns by misfortune were croſt,
Without any ſtay they returned again,
With tears full of irreconcileable pain.
Thus three times together each other did miſs,
While trouble and ſorrow their hearts did poſſeſs,
This innocent damſel her heart then did break,
And dy'd on the road for her true lover's ſake.
The inn where the damſel that night had deceaſt,
This young man, her lover, came in as a gueſt,
They aſked this young man what news was abroad,
If he knew a young damſel that died by the road.
The corps then he deſired for to ſee,
Which when he beheld, he cry'd woes me,
My long, long travel, now an end ſhall have,
My deareſt and I will be laid in one grave.
