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A19201 A Louers complaint being forsaken of his loue to a pleasant new tune. 1615 (1615) STC 5610.5; ESTC S3239 1,597 2

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A Louers complaint being forsaken of his Loue. To a pleasant new tune A Poore soule sat sighing vnder a Sicamore trée O willow willow willow With his hand on his bosome his head on his knée O willow willow willow O willow willow willow Sing O the greene willow shall be my garland He sighd in his singing and after each grone Come Willow c. I am dead to all pleasure my true loue is gone O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. My Loue she is turned vntrue she doth proue O Willow c. She renders me nothing but hate for my loue O Willow c. Sing O the greene willow c. O pitty me cried he you Louers each one O Willow c. Her heart 's hard as M●rble she rues not my mone O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. The cold stre●mes ran by him his eyes wept apace O Willow c. The salt tears fel from him which drowned his face O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. The mute birds sat by him made fame by his mone O Willow willow willow c. The ●alt tears fell from him which ●●●ned the ston● O Willow willow willow willow c. Sing O the greene willow shall be my Garland Let no body blame me her scornes I do proue O Willow c. She was borne to be faire and I die for her loue O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. O that beauty should harbour a heart that 's so hard O Willow c. My true loue relecting without all regard O Willow c. Sing O the green Willow c. Let Loue no more b●ast him in Palace or Bower O Willow c. For ●omen are tro●●les and sl●te in an houre O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. But what ●elo● my com●l●ining in vaine I complaine O Willow c. I must patient●● suffer her scorne and disdaine O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. Come all ●ou forsaken and sit downe by me O Willow c. He that plaineth of his false loue mine 's falser then she O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. The Willow wreath ●●eare I since my loue did fléet O Willow willow willow c. A Garland for Louers forsaken most méete O Willow willow willow c. Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland Printed at London for I. W. The second part of ●e forsaken Louer To a new tune LOwe layd by my sorrow begot by disdaine O Willow willow willow Against her to cruell sti●l I complaine O Willow willow willow O Willow willow willow Sing O the greene Willow shall be my garland O Loue too infurious to wound my poore heart O Willow c. To suffer ●he ●r●umph and ioy in my smart O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. O Willow Willow willow the willow Garland O Willow c. A signe of her falsenesse before me doth stand O Willow c Sing O the greene willow c. As here lying pained it stands in mine eye O Willow So hang it friends ore mee in graue where I lye O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. In g●aue when I rest me hang this to the view O Willow c. Of all that ●ot knowe her to blaze her vntrue O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. With the●● w●●●s ingrauen as Epitaph meet O Willow c. 〈…〉 Poyson for potion most swéet O Willow c Sing O the greene Willow c. Though she 〈◊〉 vnkindly hath scorned my loue O Willow c. And carel●sly sm●les at the sorrowes I proue O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. I cannot against her vnkindely ●relaime O Willow c. Cause once well I loued her and honourd her na●e O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. The name of her sounded so swéete in mine eare O Willow c. It ●ay●● my heart lightly the name of my ●ear● O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. As then t was my comfort it now i● my griefe O Willow c. It now brings me anguish then brought me reliefe O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. Farwell faire fals●harted plaints end w t my breath O Willow c. Thou dost loath me I loue thée though cause of my death O Willow willow willow O Willow willow willow Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland FINIS Printed at London for I. W.