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CUPID AND THE LOVE-SICK MAID.
A BALLAD.
Blind Cupid, merry, wanton boy,
One day went a gadding;
When lo! he met a damsel coy,
Who with love was madding:
And languid throbb'd her aching heart,
And then she sigh'd, “I feel the smart;
“But why this pain?
“'Tis all in vain,
“For Cupid will not take my part.”
One day went a gadding;
When lo! he met a damsel coy,
Who with love was madding:
And languid throbb'd her aching heart,
And then she sigh'd, “I feel the smart;
“But why this pain?
“'Tis all in vain,
“For Cupid will not take my part.”
The dimpled urchin stood to hear
What more the maid would say;
But then she 'gan to drop a tear,
Sigh'd and sang, “Well a way!”
Still slowly heav'd her love-lorn heart,
And still she moan'd, “I feel the smart,
“Ah! woe is me;
“Love's cruelty”—
Cried Cupid, “I will take thy part.”
What more the maid would say;
But then she 'gan to drop a tear,
Sigh'd and sang, “Well a way!”
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And still she moan'd, “I feel the smart,
“Ah! woe is me;
“Love's cruelty”—
Cried Cupid, “I will take thy part.”
From off her lily hand she rais'd
Her cheek so wan and pale;
And on the rosy urchin gaz'd;
Cried he, “I've heard thy tale.”
Then quickly throbb'd her anxious heart—
“And wilt thou, Cupid, ease the smart?”
His bow he bent,
An arrow sent,
“The youth now loves—so, maid, we part.”
Her cheek so wan and pale;
And on the rosy urchin gaz'd;
Cried he, “I've heard thy tale.”
Then quickly throbb'd her anxious heart—
“And wilt thou, Cupid, ease the smart?”
His bow he bent,
An arrow sent,
“The youth now loves—so, maid, we part.”
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