The Age and Life of Man/Henry's Cottage-Maid

HENRY'S COTTAGE-MAID.

AH where can fly my souls true love?
Sad I wander this lone grove;
Sighs and tears for him I shed,
Henry is from Laura fled.
Thy love to me thou didft impart.
Thy love soon won my virgin heart;
But dearest Henry thou'st betrayed
Thy love with my poor cottage-maid.

Thro* the vale my grief appears,
Sighing sad with pearly tears:
Oft thy image is my theme,
As I wander on the green:
See, from my cheek the coulour flies,
And love's sweet hope within me dies;
For oh! dear Henry, thou'st betrayd,
Thy love with my dear village-maid.