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Let me embrace my hearts deligh't,
within this pleasant bower here,
This bank of voilets for our bed,
shaded with these sweet roses fair.

She said what can you mean I pray,
I am a noble lady born.
What signifies my beauty bright,
that's a trifle when my honour's gone,
My parents they will me disdain,
young virgin’s they will me deride;
Oh! do not prove my overthrow,
if you love me stay till I am your bride.

Sweet angel bright, I here do vow,
by all the powers that are divine,
I'll ne,er forsake my dearest dear,
you’re the girl that does my soul confine,
And if you will me still deny,
this sword shall quickly end my woe;
Then from her arms he straightway,
in fury then his sword he drew,

Her hands as white as lillies fair,
most dreadfully she there did wring,
She said my death’s approaching near,
would I pity take and comfort him.
It only brings my fatal fall,
’tis I that most receive the wound:
The crimson dye forsook her cheeks,
at his feet she dropp'd upon the ground

This innocence he did betray,
full sore against her chaste desire,