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That is the man who is my dear,
Pretty sweet Susan did reply,
You make me tremble for to hear,
Of my true love's inconstancy,
But such a thing can surely never be,
For he admires, for he admires,
[ no other maid but me.
That's your mistake, sweet charming fair,
For I will let you understand,
William is married I do declare.
To a young maid in New England,
And rais'd to be a man of high degree,
Therefore forget him, therefore forget him
since he is false to thee.
If this be true that you have said,
Then all my joys are laid aside,
I am a poor distressed maid,
None other shall make me a bride,
Since he is false a maid I'll live and die,
But still my heart, but still my heart,
to the sweet William's nigh
If I could but my William veiw
Who is across the watery main,
Then I my mind would soon impart,
To him who breaks my heart in twain,
And she who is his bride I'd love her two,
Tho' he is false, tho he is fale,
my love to him is true,
PART III.
WHERE is my William, where is my dear,
toss'd by the billows to and fro,
