A Louers complaint being forsaken of his Loue. To a pleasant new tune.

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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,

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The second part of [...]e forsaken Louer. To a new tune.

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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 twas 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 wt 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.

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