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There’s Not A Swain
(Henry Purcell)

There’s Not A Swain,
on the Plain,
would be bless’s like me, oh!
could you but, could you but,
could you but, on me smile;
but you appear so severe,
that trembling with fear,
my heart goes,
pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, 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, can you be, can you be,
can you be, can you be, can you be,
can you be, can you, can you,
can you be so hard to me?

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