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[Love-lorn Lucy]
Love-lorn Lucy
On a bank sat sighing,
Welladay! ah! welladay!
My fickle love has flown away,
And left me here a-dying.
On a bank sat sighing,
Welladay! ah! welladay!
My fickle love has flown away,
And left me here a-dying.
False, false pledges—
Why did I receive them?
Vows are but words, and words but air,
And air can blow both foul and fair:
Oh! why did I believe them?
Why did I receive them?
Vows are but words, and words but air,
And air can blow both foul and fair:
Oh! why did I believe them?
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Ah! light-hearted,
Would thy fraud might slay me!
Would thy scorn might end my pain!
Or would that thou might'st come again,
And again betray me!
Would thy fraud might slay me!
Would thy scorn might end my pain!
Or would that thou might'st come again,
And again betray me!
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