[XIX. My hart is dead]
My hart is dead within me
My hart is dead within me,
For that my loue forsakes me, Yet why should I, yet, shed
tears, shed tears in vaine? yet why shold I shed tears in vaine?
shed, yet, &c. shed, &c. She wil not once respect my paine, I
therefore will ioy, sing and dance, In hope to cast a better chance, in hope to cast, a
better chance, I therefore will ioy, sing and dance,
I therefore will ioy, I therefore will ioy, sing and dance, In hope to cast a
better chance, In, a better chance.
