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sweet kate of late
ran away and left me plaining
"abide" i cried
"or i die without thy disdaining"
"te-he-he" quoth she
"gladly would i see
any man to die with loving"
"never any yet
died of such a fit
neither have i fear of proving"
unkind i find
thy delight is in tormenting
"abide" i cried
"or i die with thy consenting"
"te-he-he" quoth she
"make no fool of me
men i know have oaths at pleasure"
"but their hopes attain'd
they bewray they feign'd
and their oaths are kept at leisure"
her words like swords
cut my heart in sunder
her flouts with doubts
kept my heart's affections under
"te-he-he" quoth she
"what a fool is he
stands in awe of once denying"
'cause i had enough
to become more rough
so i did o happy trying
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