The Forlorn LOVER:
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An Hew and Cry after his Wandring Heart.
My Heart is gone a stray, said he,
For which I do Complain;
And they shall well rewarded be
That brings it back again.
To the Tune of, The False-hearted Young Man.
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O Yes, O yes, O yes, I cry,
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Tell me you loving standersby,
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If you a wandring heart did see,
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Which lately took, which lately took
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it's flight from me?
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While I was sleeping on my bed,
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Free'd from the thoughts of fear or dread,
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My heart did wander quite away,
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I heartless am, I heartless am
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this very day.
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The marks I will describe to you,
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Such hearts you'll say there is but few,
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'Tis milder than the tender dove,
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And round the same, and round the same
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a chain of love:
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Just in the middle of this heart
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There sticks a fatal golden dart,
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From whence fresh streams of blood does flow.
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Pray did you meet, pray did you meet
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this heart, or no?
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Since it departed from my breast
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I know it finds but little rest,
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But in a sad forlorn state
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It does remain, it does remain
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unfortunate.
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Cupid a fatal arrow sent
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And forc'd it from it's ellement,
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Or it had never gone I'm sure;
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Great is the loss, great is the loss
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which I endure.
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An innocent pure heart was mine,
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Belov'd of all the Muses nine,
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Who sings these mournful lines in grief,
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Fearing my heart, fearing my heart
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finds no relief.
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Search all the vallies, hills, and plains,
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And shady groves where Cupid reigns,
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To find my wounded bleeding heart,
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You'll know it by, you'll know it by
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the golden dart.
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If you by fortune find it there,
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Conduct it home to me with care,
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And you shall well rewarded be,
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For such like kind, for such like kind
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fidelity
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Perhaps my heart you may behold
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Among the lambs in Cupid's fold,
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Confined like a captive slave,
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If so, one boon, if so, one boon,
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of Cupid crave:
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Intreat him that he'd be so kind
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As not to keep my heart confin'd;
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Tell him what grief I undergo,
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And how mine eyes, and how mine eyes
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like fountains flow.
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Who knows but he to comfort me
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May set my heart at liberty;
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Which favour if I once obtain,
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My heart shall ne'er, my heart shall ne'er
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be lost again.
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Close in thy breast I'll lock it fast,
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And there as long as life shall last,
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I'll keep it close, no charms I'll view,
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Because I find, because I find
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what love can do.
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It conquers kings and noble pears,
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It makes the valiant soul shed tears,
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Wounding their hearts and courage too;
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All this and more, all this and more
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fond Love can do.
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