A pleasant new Song, betwixt
The Saylor and his Love.
to the tune of Dulcina.
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WHat doth aile my Love, so sadly
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in such heavy [d]umps to stand:
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Doth she grieve or take unkindly,
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that I am so neere at hand?
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Or doth she vow,
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She will not know,
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Nor speake to me when I doe come:
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If that be so,
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[a]way Ile goe,
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first kisse and bid me welcome home.
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Had I ever thee forsaken,
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putting thee out of my minde,
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Thou then mightst have justly spoken
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that I was to thee unkind.
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Or should I take
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Some other make,
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Then mightst thou have just cause to mourne
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But let me die
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Before that I,
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doe so: then bid me welcome home.
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Sooner shall the grasse leave growing,
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from the hare the hound shall run,
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Husbandmen shall leave their sowing,
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flouds shall run the land upon,
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The fish shall flye,
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The Sea run dry,
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The birds no more shall sing but mourne.
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Ere I of thee
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Unmindfull be,
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then kisse and bid me welcome home.
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Smile on me, be not offended,
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pardon grant for my amisse:
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Let thy favour so be friend me,
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as to seale it with a kisse:
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To me, I sweare,
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Thou art so deare,
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That for thy sake Ile fancy none,
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Then doe not frowne,
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But sit thee downe,
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Sweet, kisse and bid me welcome home.
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If thou hast proved chast Diana,
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since from thee I did depart.
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I as constant have beene to thee,
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for on thee fixt was my heart:
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No not for she
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Jupiter see,
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Dinae in her tower alone.
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Should me intice,
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No Ile be nice,
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then kisse and bid me welcome home.
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No nor Venus Cupids mother,
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nor the fairest wife of Jove,
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Should Lucretia or some other,
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seeke by gifts to win my love,
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Should Hellen faire,
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To me repaire,
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And unto me for love make move,
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Yet none of these
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My minde shall please,
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then kisse, and bid me welcome home
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The second part. To the same tune.
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FRom thy sight though I was banisht
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yet I alwayes was to thee,
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Far more kinde then was Ulysses,
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to his chaste Penelope:
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For why away
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He once did stay
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Ten yeares, and left her all alone.
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But I from thee,
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Have not beene three,
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Sweet kisse and bid me welcome him.
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Come sweet heart come sit downe by me,
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and let thy lap my pillow me.
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While sweet sleepe my minde beguileth,
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all my dreams shall be on thee.
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I pray thee stay,
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Steale not away,
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Let lullaby be all my song:
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With kisses sweet,
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Lull mee asleepe,
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and say sweet heart thou'rt welcome home,
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The womans answer.
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I Have beene sad to see how from me,
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thou so long away didst stay,
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Yet now I more rejoyce to see thee,
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happily ariv'd this day.
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Thou from our shore
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Shalt goe no more,
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To wander thus abroad alone:
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But thou shalt stay
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With me alway,
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for here's my hand, thou'rt welcome home.
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I have prov'd Diana to the,
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since from me thou wentst away,
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I have had suters well-nigh twenty,
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and much adoe had for to stay:
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But I denyed,
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When they reply'd,
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And sent them all away in scorne:
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For I had sworne,
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To live forlorne,
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untill that I see thee come home.
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Seeing thou art home arived,
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thou shalt not goe away in haste,
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But lovingly come sit downe by me,
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let thine armes embrace my wast:
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Farewell annoy,
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Welcome my joy,
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Now lullaby is all my song,
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For now my heart,
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Sings loath to part,
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then kisse, sweet-heart, thou'rt welcome home
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Since sweet heart thou dost befriend me
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thus to take me to thy love,
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Never more will I offend thee,
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but will ever constant prove.
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Thou hast my heart,
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Not to depart.
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But ever constant to remaine:
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And thou hast mine,
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And I have thine,
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then let us kisse and welcome home.
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