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A charming maiden fair and gay,
For her true love sad moan did make,
In a sweet bower near a pleasant green,
Drest like a godess, drest like a godess,
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 the,
I do perceive thou art in love,
And I should wish it was with me,
Sweet lovely creature tell me but your name,
For your sweet charms, for your sweet charms,
my senses do 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 net seen him, I have not seen him,
for these five long years,
Dear mistress Susan I do protest,
I think I know the same young man,
Has he not a mole upon breast,
Likewise his name is William Lamb,
And if he be the same I'll tell you plain,
hat all you sighs, that all your sighs,
are truly spent in vain.
