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To the Tune of, Woe’s my heart that we should sunder.
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WIth broken words, and down-cast eyes,
Poor Colin spoke his passion tender;
And parting with his Grisy, crys,
Ah! woe’s my heart that we should sunder.
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To others I am cold as snow,
But kindle with thine eyes like tinder:
From thee with pain I’m forc’d to go;
It breaks my heart that we should sunder.
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Chain’d to thy charms, I cannot range,
No beauty new my love shall hinder,
Nor Time nor place shall ever change
My vows, tho’ we’re oblig’d to sunder.
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The image of thy graceful air,
And beauties which invites our wonder,
Thy lively wit, and prudence rare,
Shall still be present, tho’ we sunder.
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Dear nymph, believe thy swain in this,
You’ll ne’er engage a heart that’s kinder;
Then seal a promise with a kiss,
Always to love me, tho’ we sunder.
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Ye Gods, take care of my dear lass,
That as I leave her I may find her:
When that blest time shall come to pass,
We’ll meet again, and never sunder.
