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MY LODGING IT IS ON THE COLD GROUND by ANONYMOUS

Last Line: THE CAUSE OF MY MISERY
Subject(s): LOVE - BEGINNINGS;
MY lodging it is on the cold ground,
And O very hard is my fare
But that which troubles me most is
The unkindness of my dear:
Yet still I cry, O turn, love,
And I prithee, love, turn to me;
For thou art the man that I long for,
And alack! what remedy?

I'll crown thee with a garland of straw then,
And I'll marry thee with a rush ring;
My frozen hopes shall thaw then,
And merrily we will sing:
O, turn to me, my dear love,
And I prithee, love, turn to me:
For thou art the man that alone canst
Procure my liberty.

But if thou wilt harden thy heart still,
And be deaf to my pitiful moan;
Then I must endure the smart still,
And tumble in straw all alone:
Yet still I cry, O turn, love;
And I prithee, love, turn to me;
For thou art the man, that alone art
The cause of my misery.



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