A Pleasant New Song betwixt a Saylor and his Love;
To the Tune of, Dulcinas.
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WHat doth ayl my love so sadly,
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in such heavy dumps to stand
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Doth she grieve, or take unkindly
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that I am so nigh at hand
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Or doth she vow,
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She will not know,
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Nor speak to me when I do come;
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if that be so,
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away i'le go,
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First kiss and bid me welcome home.
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Had I ever thee forsaken,
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putting thee out of my mind,
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Then thou might'st have justly spoken
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that I to thee was unkind:
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or should I take
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some other mate
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then might thou have a cause to mourn,
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but let me dye,
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before that I
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Do so, then bid me welcome home.
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Sooner shall the grass 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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floods 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 shall sing no more but mourn
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e're I of thee
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unmindful be,
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Then kiss and bid me welcome home.
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Smile on me, be not offended,
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pardon grant for my amiss,
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Let thy favour so befriend me,
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as to seal it with a kiss,
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to me I swear,
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thou art so dear,
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That for thy sake i'le fancy none;
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then do not frown,
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but sit thee down,
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Sweet kiss 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 have as constant been unto thee,
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for on thee fixed was my heart:
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no not for she,
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Jupiter see,
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Diana in her tower alone,
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should me intice
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no i'le be nice,
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Then kiss 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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seek by gifts to win my love,
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should Hellen fair,
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to me compare,
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And unto me for love make moan,
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yet none of these,
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my mind shall please,
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Then kiss and bid me welcome home.
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F Rom thy sight tho' I were banisht,
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yet I always was to thee,
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Far more kinder than Ulisses
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to his chaste Penellope;
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for why away,
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he once did stay,
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Ten years and left her all alone,
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but I from thee,
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have not been three,
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Sweet kiss and bid me welcome home.
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Come sweet-heart and sit down by me,
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let thy lap my pillow be,
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While sweet sleep my mind beguileth,
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and all my dreams shall be of thee,
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I pray thee stay,
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Steal not away,
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Let Lullaby be all thy Song;
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with kisses sweet,
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Lull me asleep,
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Sweet kiss and bid me welcome home.
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The Womans answer.
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I Have been sad to see how from me,
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thou so long from me did stay,
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Yet now I more rejoyce to see thee
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happily arriv'd this way,
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thou from our shore,
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shalt go 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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and here's my hand, thour't welcome home.
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I have prov'd Diana to thee
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since from me thou went'st away,
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I have Suitors well nigh twenty,
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and much ado I had to stay,
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but I deny'd,
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when they reply'd
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And sent them all away with scorn,
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for I had sworn,
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to live forlorn,
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Until that I see the come home.
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Seeing thou art home returned,
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thou shall not go from home in haste,
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But lovingly come sit down by me,
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let my arms imbrace thy wast,
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farewel annoy,
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welcome my joy,
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Now Lullaby shall be the song,
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for now my Heart,
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seems loath to part,
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The kiss, etc.
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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 remain;
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and thou art mine,
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and I am thine,
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Then let us kiss and welcome home.
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