Death's Uncontrollable Summons;
OR, The Mortality of MANKIND.
Being a Dialogue between DEATH and a YOUNG-MAN.
To the Tune of, My Bleeding Heart.
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IN slumber and Sleep my senses fail'd,
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hey ho, hey ho, then slept I;
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The bright Sun rais'd a mist withall,
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eclipsed in the darksome Sky.
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An antient Father stood by me,
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hey ho, hey ho, hollow eyes,
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A foul deformed Wight was he
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I thought my youth did him despise.
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His Cloak was green his head was gray,
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hey ho, hey ho, silver hair,
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His face was pale as any clay
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his Countenance made me much to fear.
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Amased at the suddain sight,
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hey ho, hey ho, youthful boy;
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I stood as one amazed quite,
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hey ho, hey ho, dismal day,
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Father, quoth I, tell me your name,
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hey ho, hy ho, tell me true,
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I pray you tell to me the same,
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my joynts do tremble at thy view.
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Young Youth, quoth hem I tell to thee
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hey ho, hey ho, thy thred is spun;
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My name is Death, I come for thee
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hey ho, hey ho, they Glass is run.
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For me sweet Death I hope not so,
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hey ho, hey ho, I am young;
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Let me be old before I go,
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alass! my time hath not been long.
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I have this worldly wealth at will,
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hey ho, hey ho, ask and have,
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Let me enjoy those Pleasures still,
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oh my Soul abhors the Grave.
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I scorn thy Treasure and thy Pelf,
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hey ho, hey ho, haste away,
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They goods shall perish with thy self,
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not thy Wealth, my stroak shall stay.
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Oh Death! what will my true Love say?
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hey ho, hey ho, shee'l complain
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On thee, for taking me away;
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sweet Death with her let me remain.
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I tell thee yet, thou strivest in vain,
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hey ho, hey ho, go 'tis time;
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Thy vital threat is cut in twain,
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oh hark and hear the dulsome Chyme.
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Then woe is me! I must be gone,
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hey ho, hey ho, my heart,
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My Worlds delight and all is gone,
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there was never man so loath to part.
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Mark well my Fall you youthful Buds,
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hey ho, hey ho, view my Fall,
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My Pleasures, Plenty Life and Goods,
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hey ho, hey ho, Death ends all.
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