There's Not a Swain
There's not a Swain, on the Plain,
would be bless'd like me, oh!
could you but on me smile;
but you appear so severe
that trembling with fear,
my heart goes pit-a-pat, all the while:
When I cry, must I die,
you make no reply, but look shy,
and with a scornful eye
kill me by your cruelty.
Oh! can you be so hard to me?
would be bless'd like me, oh!
could you but on me smile;
but you appear so severe
that trembling with fear,
my heart goes pit-a-pat, all the while:
When I cry, must I die,
you make no reply, but look shy,
and with a scornful eye
kill me by your cruelty.
Oh! can you be so hard to me?
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Writer(s): Olivia Clio Chaney, John Fletcher, Henry Purcell
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