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Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy, Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy; Well though know'st my aching heart, And canst thou leave me thus for pity. Is this thy plighted, fond regard, Thus cruelly to part, my Katy: Is this thy faithful swain's reward- An aching broken heart, my Katy. Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy, Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy; Well though know'st my aching heart, And canst thou leave me thus for pity. Farewel! And ne'er such sorrows tear That fickle heart of thine, my Katy! Thou mayest find those will love thee dear � But not a love like mine, my Katy. Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy, Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy; Well though know'st my aching heart, And canst thou leave me thus for pity.