“A hard-hearted creature that I was,

To slight one that lovd me so dearly;

I wish I had been more kinder to him,

The time of his life when he was near me.”

So this maid she then did dye,

And desired to be buried by him,

And repented her self before she dy’d,

That ever she did deny him.


SONG: EARL MARCH LOOKED ON
HIS DYING CHILD