[I. Come shepheard swaynes that wont to heare me sing]
Come shepheard swaynes that wont to heare me sing
Come shepheard swaynes that wont to heare me sing, Now sigh and
groane, Dead is my loue my hope, my ioy, my spring, Dead, dead &
gone, dead is my loue, my hope, my ioy, my spring, O she that was your summers Queen your
dayes delight, is gone and will no more be seene, O cruell spight, Breake all your Pipes that
wont to sound with pleasant cheere, And cast your selues vpon the ground to
waile my deere, to waile my deere, Come shepheard swaynes, Come Nimphs and all a roe,
Come Nimphs and all a roe, to help me cry, Dead is my loue,
Dead is my loue, And seeing she is so, loe now I dye, loe now I dye.