Love Songs, &c, SONG

Ah! where can fly my soul's true love? Sad, I wander this lone grove; Sighs and tears for him I shed, Henry is from Laura fled Thy love to me thou didst impart, Thy love soon won my virgin heart: But dearest Henry, thou'st betrayed, Thy love with thy dear cottage maid.

Thro' the vale my grief appears, Sighing sad with pearly tears, Oft thy image is my theme, As I wander on the green; See from my cheek the colour flies, And love's sweet hope within me dies; For ah! dearest Henry, thou'st betrayed, Thy love with thy dear cottage maid.