English poem
When thou to my true-love com'st
Greet her from me kindly; When she asks thee how I fare? Say, folks in Heaven fare finely.
When she asks, 'What! Is he sick?' Say, dead!--and when for sorrow She begins to sob and cry, Say, I come to-morrow.
? 1799.
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