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LXX
[Lyke as the Swanne towardis her dethe]
Lyke as the Swanne towardis her dethe
Doeth strayn her voyse with dolefull note
Right so syng I with waste of brethe,
I dy! I dy! and you regarde yt note.
Doeth strayn her voyse with dolefull note
Right so syng I with waste of brethe,
I dy! I dy! and you regarde yt note.
I shall enforce my faynting breth
That all that heris this dedlye note
Shall knowe that you dothe cause my deth:
I dy! I dy! and you regarde yt note.
That all that heris this dedlye note
Shall knowe that you dothe cause my deth:
I dy! I dy! and you regarde yt note.
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Your vnkyndnes hath sworne my dethe,
And chaunged hathe my plesaunte note
To paynfull sighes that stoppis my brethe:
I dy! I dy! and you regarde yt note.
And chaunged hathe my plesaunte note
To paynfull sighes that stoppis my brethe:
I dy! I dy! and you regarde yt note.
Consumeth my lif, faileth my brethe;
Your fawte is forger of this note,
Melting in tearis, a cruell dethe:
I dy! I dy! and you regarde yt note.
Your fawte is forger of this note,
Melting in tearis, a cruell dethe:
I dy! I dy! and you regarde yt note.
My faith with me after my dethe
Bured shalbe, and to this note
I do bequethe my wery brethe
To cry ‘I dyede and you regardid note’.
Bured shalbe, and to this note
I do bequethe my wery brethe
To cry ‘I dyede and you regardid note’.
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