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A charming maiden fair and gay,
for her true love sad (illegible text) did make,
In a sweet bower, near a pleasant green,
drest like a goddess, drest like a goddess, or some
beauteous Queen.
To this poor maid with sorrow fill’d,
I went to ease her of her smart,
But when my person she beheld,
she said, kind sir, I pray depart;
What business have you here to trouble me,
or to be scoffing, or to be scoffing, at my
misery,
Sweet lovely mistress of the grove,
why should I make a scoff at thee,
I do perceive thou art in love,
and I should wish it were for me.
Sweet lovely creature tell me but your name,
for your sweet charms, for your sweet charms do
my senses inflame.
Susan, that is my name, said she,
who am opprest with grief and woe;
My dearest love is gone to sea,
but where he is I do not know;
My jewel’s absence fills my eyes with tears,
I have not seen him, I have not seen him, for
these many years.
Dear mistress Susan, I do protest,
I think I know the same young man,
Has he not a mole upon his breast,
