And thus did vilely her ensnare—then took her precious life.
When he had thus her ruin prov’d by many a solemn vow,
The very maid he vow’d to love was hateful in his view.
With bitter tears she did implore that he’d his vows fulfil;
But all in vain—she charm’d no more now he had had his will.
She wrote a letter which she thought would grieve his heart full sore,
And tenderly she him besought, to mind the vows he swore,
T’was you that did my heart trepan, which now in tears I rue—
Slighted many an honest man all for the love of you.
I wish that my young babe was born and on the nurse’s knee,