 | Ayres, to sing and play to the lvte and Basse Violl. With Pauins, Galliards, Almaines, and Corantos for the Lyra violl |  |
X.
[Now would chwore hong'd, zis but thou most ma wrong]
Now would chwore hong'd, zis but thou most ma wrong,
Gods bors I crie God mercy to zweare,
Hast not my Rings and things, and geare with vaith and troth,
Among and wout vorzake ma now, nay masse ware that,
Vor if thou doo, chil take a knife & honge my zelfe vor one of thow,
Yea I woll, so I woll, that I woll, I vaith la,
Gods bors I crie God mercy to zweare,
Hast not my Rings and things, and geare with vaith and troth,
Among and wout vorzake ma now, nay masse ware that,
Vor if thou doo, chil take a knife & honge my zelfe vor one of thow,
Yea I woll, so I woll, that I woll, I vaith la,
Hadds voote zweete zis what aild tha woo ma now,
I cham as like to zarue thy turne,
As yer I wos zince chos I borne, and sha not I haue thow,
Lets zee who dere I chould but zee huds lid I zweare,
Chill take azweard & make a yend of I or hee,
Yea I would, &c.
I cham as like to zarue thy turne,
As yer I wos zince chos I borne, and sha not I haue thow,
Lets zee who dere I chould but zee huds lid I zweare,
Chill take azweard & make a yend of I or hee,
Yea I would, &c.
Ha not I bought my Kerzie wedding briche,
Hudds hate cham angrie thou makes ma vret,
And is not my bond redie zet, woold zarue ma zucha twich,
Chill breake his brow, I vaith, I chill that shall loue thou,
Then take a rop and drown thy zelf vor mere good will,
Yea I would, &c.
Hudds hate cham angrie thou makes ma vret,
And is not my bond redie zet, woold zarue ma zucha twich,
Chill breake his brow, I vaith, I chill that shall loue thou,
Then take a rop and drown thy zelf vor mere good will,
Yea I would, &c.
| Ayres, to sing and play to the lvte and Basse Violl. With Pauins, Galliards, Almaines, and Corantos for the Lyra violl | |