The first booke of ayres of fovre parts, with Tableture for the luteh So made, that all the parts may be plaide together with the Lute, or one voyce with the Lute and Base-Vyell |
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 | The first booke of ayres of fovre parts, with Tableture for the luteh |  |
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[On a time, the amorous Siluy]
On a time, the amorous Siluy,
Said to her Shepheard, Sweet how doe you?
Kisse mee this once, And then God b'wee you,
My sweetest deare,
Kisse me this once, And then God b'wee you,
For now the morning, for now the morning draweth neare.
Said to her Shepheard, Sweet how doe you?
Kisse mee this once, And then God b'wee you,
My sweetest deare,
Kisse me this once, And then God b'wee you,
For now the morning, for now the morning draweth neare.
With that her fairest bosome shewing,
Opening her lips, rich perfumes blowings
She said, now kisse me and be going,
My sweetest deare.
Kisse me this once and then be going,
For now the morning draweth neare.
Opening her lips, rich perfumes blowings
She said, now kisse me and be going,
My sweetest deare.
Kisse me this once and then be going,
For now the morning draweth neare.
With that the Shepheard wak'd from sleeping,
And spying where the day was peeping,
He said now take my soule in keeping:
My sweetest deare.
Kisse me, and take my soule in keeping,
Since I must goe now, day is neare.
And spying where the day was peeping,
He said now take my soule in keeping:
My sweetest deare.
Kisse me, and take my soule in keeping,
Since I must goe now, day is neare.
| The first booke of ayres of fovre parts, with Tableture for the luteh | |