Cried the maiden, “My lord, you’ve betrayed me!
A dishonest woman you’ve made me,
And worse still, the shame,
That a woman’s good name
Should be worth that poor pittance you’ve paid me!”
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Cried the maiden, “My lord, you’ve betrayed me!
A dishonest woman you’ve made me,
And worse still, the shame,
That a woman’s good name
Should be worth that poor pittance you’ve paid me!”