Will thee not tell me, nay?
Thine countenance doth disclose thine angst
Pray tell fair maiden
What do thee wish to say?
Unburden thine soul
Reveal its dismay
Hath thine affection withered?
Or is thine heart in disarray?
Hath some imminent fate been bestowed upon
thee?
It matters not, my sweet
With thee mine heart will forever be
Nay, sire. For what I am about to say
Thee shall send me away
I should not feel ashamed
Merely my naivety to blame
Thee led me astray
And for that I must pay
For being an unmarried wench
With a child on the way
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