 | The first set: beeing songs and diuers Ayres and Natures, of Fiue and Sixe parts: Apt for Vyols and Voyces |  |
XII. Sweet Suffolke Owle
Sweet, Suffolke Owle, so trimly dight,With feathers, like a Lady bright,
Thou sing'st alone, sitting, by night,
Te whit, te whoo,
Thy note that forth so freely roules,
With shrill command the Mouse controules,
And sings a dirge for dying soules,
Te whit, te whoo,
| The first set: beeing songs and diuers Ayres and Natures, of Fiue and Sixe parts: Apt for Vyols and Voyces | |