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Amintors welladay.
[I]
Chloris now thou art fled away,Amintor's sheep are gon astray;
And all the joy he took to see,
His pretty Lambs run after thee,
Is gon is gon, and he alone,
Sings nothing now but welladay, welladay.
II
His Oaten pipe that in thy praiseWas wont to play such roundelays,
Is thrown away, and not a swain
Dares pipe, or sing, within his plain;
'Tis death for any now to say
One word to him but welladay.
II
The Maypole where thy little feetSo roundly did in measures meet,
Is broken down, and no content
Comes near Amintor since you went.
All that I ever heard him say
Was Chloris, Chloris, welladay.
IV
Upon those Banks you us'd to treadHe ever since hath laid his head,
And whisper'd there such pining woe,
As not a blade of grass will grow;
O Chloris! Chloris! come away,
And hear Amintor's welladay.
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