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R228746 1 the bony Broom UNKNOWN The Bonny Broom SIr, do not think these Lines have flow'd / from youthful hearts or lands Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 575 The forlorn Lovers La- / ment. The forlorn Lovers Lament. The forlorn Lovers Lament. ?-?

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SIr, do not think these Lines have flowd from youthful hearts or hands But from a friend, whos thrice conjoind in Hymens holy bands: Nor Charidora did not prove, by half so much unkind To Diaphanits, since his love, could never match my mind. Nor Coradon, who turnd his song, and sorrows to the Broom, Could never march with me in wrong, which shores me to consume: Poor lovers in this lovelesse age, are left to mourn alone, And wondred at by such as rage, my love to look upon. Even as the Lillie in the Hedge, is prickd on either side, So Im tormented by the rage, of those who swell with pride: The surgies of the swelling tide, and the walls broad that be, As yet they never could divide, my heart from loving thee. I live in anguish grief and smart, for thou enjoyest mine, And I must live without an heart, until thou send me thine: Which if thou could incline to do, it should such comfort send To me, who comfortlesse am now, and like my life to end. For I should take it as a pledge, since thou hast mine from me, Least I should die without an heart, let me have thine from thee: Then might we both together live, as one by hearts exchangd, But keeping both, if thou survive, just heavens will be avengd. But I will rest, in hope that thou, will send me answer kind, To me who lives in torment now, until I know thy mind. I do expect no frowns from thee, because I did presume, To send these lines, when minding me to sing them as the Broom.
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