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The Sheepheards Consort.
Harke iollie Sheepheards,harke yond lustie ringing:
How cheerefully the bells daunce,
the whilst the Lads are springing?
Goe we then, why sit we here delaying:
And all yond mery wanton lasses playing?
How gailie Flora leades it,
and sweetly treads it?
The woods and groaues they ring,
louely resounding:
With Ecchoes sweet rebounding.
FINIS.
Out of Ma. Morleys Madrigals.
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