The Ladies Lamentation.
For the losse of her Land-lord.
The Tune, Highlanders Ma[r]ch.
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ALL in a fair morning for sweet recreation,
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I heard a fair Lady was making great moan,
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Sighing and sobbing with sad lamentation
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saying, her Black-bird (most Royall) is gone.
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O Fates that have me deceived
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with sorrow much grieved,
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Ile be reprieved,
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from sad misery.
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Else I, as duty doth bind me,
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and Cupid assign'd me,
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Ile find out my true love.
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where ever he be.
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Once with much excellency my Love did fleurish,
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& was the chief flower that England did spring,
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All vertue bequeath'd him his person to nourish,
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as if he by lineage had come from a King.
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But now this fond fickle Fortune
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whose wheel is uncertaine.
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That causes this parting
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bewixt him and me.
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The alive doe remaine
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in France or in Spain
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Ile find out my true love
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where ever he be.
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The birds in the green woods are mated together
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the Turtle is chosen to be with the Dove,
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So I am resolved come fair or foul weather,
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this Spring for to find out my Lord and my love,
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Tis he that is my hearts treasure,
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my joy, and my pleasure,
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And having such leisure
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most sweetly Ile flee,
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For he is valiant and kind,
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and faithfull in mind,
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Ile find out my true love
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where ever he be.
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Both youngmen & maidens now chuse by ele[cti]on,
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then why should not I and my true love be joyn'd?
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To heaven I will pray for a blessed protection,
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to make me succesfull my Landlord to find,
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His wings are fatally clipped
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and absolutely stripped,
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With thier woes nipped,
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which humbleth me.
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If he his fame do advance
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in Spain, or in France
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Ile find out my true love
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where ever he be.
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The second part to the same Tune.
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IN Scotland my dearest and I were together,
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while he was couragious and noble in heart,
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A wo is the time when last we came hither,
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O then he was forced away to depart.
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Though he in Scotland was deemed,
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and Royall esteemed,
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A Stranger seemed
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in England to bee,
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But I as duty doth bind me
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and Cupid assign'd me,
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Ile find out my true love
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where ever he be.
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At Worster being routed, O sad lamentation,
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for sorrow amongst us was wonderfull rife,
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Dispersed and scattered quite thorow the Nation,
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tis well that he scaped away with his life.
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Else he had layn with his father
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intered together,
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So leaving his mother
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in sad misery,
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If he alive do remain
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in France or in Spain,
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Ile find out my true love
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where ever he be.
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If that the Fowlers my Black-bird had takene,
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then sighing and sobbing had been all my tun
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Although for a while he hath me forsaken,
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I hope for to find him in May or in June.
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Ile go thorow water and fire,
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throw mud, and thorow mire
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My love is intire
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in every degree.
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I know he is valiant & kind,
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and faithfull in mind,
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Ile find out my true love
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where ever he be.
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It is not the Ocean shall fear me with danger,
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for now like a pilgrim ile wander forlorn,
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A man may find more love from one that's a stranger
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then he that is native an English-man born.
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Ile pray that heaven may be gracious
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to England so spacious,
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Though some be audacious
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to him and to me.
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If he his fame do advance
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in Spaine or in France.
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Ile find out my true love
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where ever he be.
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