An Answer to the
The Unfortunate Lady.
Who Hang'd her self in Dispair:
Containing her Lovers Lamentation for her Untimely Destiny; Together
with the Apparition of her Bleeding Ghost in his silent Chamber.
To the Tune of, The Languishing Swain.
Licensed according to Order.
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I.
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WHat dismal tydings do I hear,
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The fatal ruin of my Dear,
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Who did her dearest Life destroy,
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When she might not her Love enjoy.
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II.
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Which grieves me to the very Soul,
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In sorrow I her Death condole;
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No peace nor comfort can I find,
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The thoughts of her runs in my mind.
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III.
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Each Night when e're I close mine Eyes,
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Methinks I hear her dismal Cries,
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[Cr]ying, my Love I dy'd for thee;
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And then her bleeding Ghost I see.
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IV.
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Then with a Voice both sharp and shrill,
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She does my silent Chamber fill,
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And with a sigh and bitter groan,
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She does express her piteous moan.
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V.
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Alas! although I did appear
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Thus in the Chamber of my Dear,
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He never wrong'd his Lover, no,
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'Twas Parents prov'd my overthrow.
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VI.
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I know the tender Turtle-Doves,
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Was ne'r more constant to their Loves,
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Then thee and I has been, she cry'd,
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And yet, alas! for Love I dy'd.
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VII.
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I was to thee as dear as Life,
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My Friends has caused all the strife;
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They fought for Wealth and Riches store,
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When Love had won the Field before.
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VIII.
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'Cause thou did'st not in Wealth abound,
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My near Relations on thee frown'd,
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And I was posted straight from thee,
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And by that means have ruin'd me.
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IX.
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They sent me word that thou wert Wed,
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Which tydings almost struck me dead;
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Unto Dispair I straight did run,
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O see what cursed Gold has done!
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X.
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Then with a sigh and dismal groan,
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She straight departs, leaves me alone;
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Where I in sorrow weeping lye,
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To think of Parents Cruelty.
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XI.
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Sure Friends was never more to blame,
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How could they such a Letter frame,
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That I another Choice had made?
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By this her Life they soon betray'd.
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XII.
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She well might be amaz'd, that I
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Shou'd guilty be of Perjury,
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And leave a loyal Love at last,
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When many solemn Vows had past.
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XIII.
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She's gone, and I am left behind:
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Now since I can no Comfort find,
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Come Death and prove a Friend to me,
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O let me Dye as well as she.
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FINIS.
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