EBBA 37140

British Library - Poetical Broadsides

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THREE
Alamode SONGS.
OR,
WIT and FANCY
REVIVED.

The Ladies Delight.

MY lodging is one the cold ground,

And very hard is my fare:

But that which troubles me much is,

The unkindnesse of my deare?

But Still I crye come turne love,

And I Prethey love turne to me.

For thou art the lad that I long'd for.

And alasse what remedy.

I'le Crowne thee with garlands of straw then,

And marry thee with a rush ring:

My frosen hopes shall thaw then,

And merrily will I sing:

O turne to me my deare love.

And I preathee love turne to me

For thy love is the thing that above can,

Procure my liberty.

But if thou will harden thy heart still,

And be deafe to my pitifull mone.

Then I must indure the smart still:

And tumble in straw alone.

Yet still I cry oh turne love,

Oh turne from thy cruill-ties;

For thou art the man that alone art

The cause of my miseries.

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