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B01091 The complaint of a lover forsaken of his love. To a pleasant new tune. 1639 (1639) STC 5610.7; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[54] 1,559 2

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The Complaint of a Lover forsaken of his Love To a pleasant new Tune A Poore Soule sate sighing by a Sicamore Tree O Willow willow willow His hand on his bosome his head on his knee O Willow willow willow O Willow willow willow Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland He sigh'd in his singing and after each groane O Willow willow willow Adue to all pleasure my true loue is gone O Willow willow willow O Willow willow willow Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland Oh false she is turned vntrue she doth proue O Willow willow willow She renders me nothing but hate for my loue O Willow willow c. Sing O the greene VVillow c. Oh pitty me cride he you Louers each one O Willow c. Her heart 's hard as Marble she rues not my moane O Willow willow willow c. Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland The cold streames ran by him his eyes wept apace O willow willow willow The salt teares fell from him which drowned his face O Willow willow c. Sing O the greene Willow c. The mute Birds sate by him made tame by his moane O Willow c. The salt teares fell from him which softned the stone O Willow c. Sing O the greene Willow Let no body blame me her scornes I doe proue O Willow c. She was borne to be false and I dye for her loue O VVillow vvillow c. Sing O the greene vvillow shal be my Garland O that beauty should harbour a heart that 's so hard O Willow vvillow c. My true loue rejecting without all regard O VVillow c. Sing O the greene VVillow c. Let Loue no more boast him in Pallace or Bowre O VVillow c. For Women are trothlesse and fleet in an houre O Willow c. Sing ô the greene c. But what helpes complaining in vaine I complaine O Willow c. I must patiently suffer her scorne and disdaine O VVillow c. Sing O the greene c. Come all you forsaken and sit downe by me O VVillow c He ' that plaineth of his false loue mine 's falser then she O VVillovv c. Sing O the greene c. The Willow wreath weare I since my Loue did fléet O VVillow c. A Garland for Louers forsaken most meet O VVillow VVillow c. Sing ô the greene Willow shall be my Garland FINIS The second Part To the same Tune LOw layde by my sorrow begot by disdaine O Willow Willow VVillow Against her too cruell still still I complaine O VVillovv VVillovv Willow O VVillovv c. Sing ô the greene c. O Loue too injurious to wound my poore heart O Willovv c. To suffer her triumph and ioy in my smart O Willovv c. Sing ô the greene c. O Willow Willow Willow the Willow Garland O VVillovv c. A signe of her falsenesse before me doth stand O VVillovv c. Sing ô the greene c. As heere lying payned it stands in mine eye O VVillovv c. So hang it friends ore me in Graue where I lye O VVillovv c. Sing ô the greene c. In Graue when I rest me hang this to the view O VVillovv c. Of all that doe know her to blaze her vntrue O VVillovv c. Sing ô the greene c. With these words ingrauen as Epitaph meete O VVillovv c. Heere lyes one drunke Poyson for potion most swéete O VVillovv c. Sing O the greene c. Though she thus vnkindly haue scorned my loue O VVillovv c. And carelesly smiles at the sorrowes I proue O Willovv c. Sing ô the greene Willovv c. I cannot against her vnkindly exclaime Oh VVillovv c. Cause one well I loude her and honourde her name O VVillovv c. Sing ô the greene c. The name of her sounded so sweet in mine eare Oh VVillovv c. It raisde my heart lightly the name of my deare O VVillovv c. Sing ô the greene c. As then t was my comfort it now is my griefe Oh VVillovv c. It now brings me anguish then brought me reliefe O VVillovv c. Sing ô the greene c. Farewel faire false-hearted plaints end with my breath Oh VVillovv Willovv Willovv Them dost loth me I loue thée though cause of my death O VVillovv Willovv Willovv O VVillovv Willovv Willovv Sing O the greene Willovv shall be my Garland FINIS London Printed by M.P. for Edward Wright at his Shop neere Christ Church gate