EBBA 34297
National Library of Scotland - Rosebery
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ROBERT MUIRHEADS.
LAMENT.
To a Plesant New Tune.
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Leave of my minde why thinks thou on,
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She that was once my dear
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does thou not know that she is gone,
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and maried now I hear
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what madness make the recolect
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to think on such a maide
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who allwise payd me with neglect
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and my desinges bewraed.
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Why wakenest thou again my woes
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and thus tormenteth me,
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who is the worst of all my foes
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who only friend should be,
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is she not dead to me alace
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except her husband dye,
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Ile yet remember on her face
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for all her Creulitie.
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For I never saw a thing so faire
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since I had eyes to see,
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a thing that was both Chast and raire
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[a] [?] [t]hing that reavisht me,
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[In] [?] modestie she did exceed,
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[?][?] most of women kind,
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[I] [?] thought she had no fault Indeed
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gift she had been mine.
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I wet in my conceit I swear,
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and Constantce to the
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whilest no man Could withstand her feat,
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nor shoon her destanie,
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I Loved her well she lov'd not me
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she was ungreat yow'l say,
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some said it was but polecie
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O what great fools were they
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For I tryed all the civil arts,
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that ever any used,
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with tears I did procleam my smart,
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yet daylie was abused,
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I am sure if ever she had Lov'd,
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at length she would have shown'd
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she slighted me and so she provd,
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And manfullie disound.
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Unhappie I if I recall,
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these pevis thoughts again
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to bring my spirit under thral
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to reposes my pain,
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If I had never seen her face
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I had not fainted so,
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to offer up a sacrifice,
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to anie thing below.
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