THE WEEPING WILLOW. 
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Watere wytches, crowned with reytes,* 
Bere me to your leathalef tyde! 
I die—I come—my true love waytes ! 
Thos the damselle spake, and dy’d. 
CUATTEETON. 
N.B.—In the original, the last three lines of the first verse are 
repeated at the end of each of the others. 
* Water-flags. 
f Deadly. 
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