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Philon the Sheepheard, his Song.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Philon the Sheepheard, his Song.

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Out of M. Birds set Songs.

While that the Sunne with his beames hot,
Scorched the fruites in vale and mountaine:
Philon the Sheepheard late forgot,
Sitting besides a Christall Fountaine:
In shaddow of a greene Oake tree,
Vpon his Pipe this Song plaid he.
Adiew Loue, adiew Loue, vntrue Loue,
Vntrue Loue, vntrue Loue, adiew Loue:
Your minde is light, soone lost for new loue.
So long as I was in young sight,
I was as your hart, your soule, and treasure:
And euermore you sob'd and sigh'd,
Burning in flames beyond all measure.
Three dayes endured your loue to me:
And it was lost in other three.
Adiew Loue, adiew Loue, vntrue Loue, &c.
Another Sheepheard you did see,
To whom your hart was soone enchained:
Full soone your loue was leapt from me,
Full soone my place he had obtained.


Soone came a third, your loue to win:
And we were out, and he was in.
Adiew Loue. &c.
Sure you haue made me passing glad,
That you your minde so soone remoued:
Before that I the leysure had,
To choose you for my best beloued.
For all my loue was past and done:
Two dayes before it was begun.
Adiew Loue. &c.
FINIS.