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If not what you say is true,

would not he wish to see you?



Aye, tis truth, that indeed,

his heart shall forever bleed

until again, he seeith me,

his blessed bride-to-be.



All these words, sayeth he.



And again, with more woe than last,

of my journey, may it be fast.

For he is dead and without heat

until again we shall meet.



These are his words, spoken true,

from him to me, and now to you.



Aye, my lady, his love is deep,

his words enough to make me weep.



Cry not, friend, for soon we'll be,

in his presence, you and me.



Then I shall dry my eyes, and wipe my face,

and to your dear love we shall race.