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Songs of 5. Parts.
[XIII. To the shady Woods now wend we.]
To the shady Woods now wend we, And there the mid-day spend we, Fa la la la la la la, And we may be the bolder, Fa la la la la la la la, There tis colder,
[XIV. Too much I once lamented.]
Too much I once lamented, While loue my heart tormented, Fa la la la la la la la, Alas and aye me, sat I wringing, Now chanting go & singing, Fa la la la la la la la,
[XV. Come Shepheards, sing with me.]
Come Shepheards, sing with me, Thrice happy might we be, If we should neuer see, Loue and his misery, Fa la la la la la la, Loue now we hate thy lore, More then we lou'd before, From hence we all haue swore, To loue false loue no more, Fa la la la la,
[XVI. Gloris when as I woe.]
Cloris , Cloris, why still repli'st thou no no no no no no? Coris, Cloris when as I wooe, Why still repli'st thou no no no no no no no? If as a Maide you vse it, Say no, and nere refuse it, no no no no no,
[XVII. See, see, the Shepheards Queene.]
See, see, the shepheards Queene, faire Phillis all in greene, Fa la la la la, The shepheards home her bringing, With pyping and with singing, Fa la la la la la la, Then dance we on a rowe, and chant it as we goe, Fa la la,
[XVIII. Phillis, now cease to moue me.]
Phillis now cease to moue me, For I shall neuer loue thee, Fa la la la la la la la, Content thee, I haue swore, to loue false loue no more, Fa la la la la la
[XIX. When Dauid heard that Absolon.]
When Dauid heard that Absolon was slaine, He went vp to his Chamber, ouer the gate, and wept, And thus he said, O my sonne Absolon, Absolon my son, Would God I had died for thee, Absolon my son , O Absolon my son.
[XX. Phillis, yet see him dying.]
Phillis , yet see him dying, Who by thy oft denying, is flying, His life, too wretched, hatefull, Phillis and loue vngratefull, Yet when thine eyes haue slaine, Thine eyes can raise againe.
[XXI. Fusca, in thy starry eyes.]
Fvsca , in thy starry eyes, thine eyes, Loue in blacke still mourning dyes, still dyes, Fa la la la la la, Thou hast loued none againe, Fa la la la la, That among so many slaine, Fa la la la la.
[XXII. Adue ye citty prisoning Towers.]
Adue, adue, ye Citty prisoning Towers Better are the Country Bowers, Winter is gone, the Trees are springing, Birds on euery hedge sit singing, Harke, how they chirp, Come loue delay not, Come, come sweet loue, Oh come & stay not,
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