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1.346 S5120 1 new Tune New Tune MY Philida, adue, Loue,/ And euermore farewell: Ding dong, ding dong, ding/ (dong,/ My Phillida is dead:/ Ile sticke a branch of Willowes/ At my farie Phillis head. [with variations in last stanza] 1.346 has no second part. 1.347 is the second part for the ballad appearing at 1.197 "The defence of Hide Parke,/ From some aspersions cast upon her/ Tending to her great dishonour." Pepys 1.346-347 Rollins (1) II:12-15; STC 16864a.3 G. P[urslowe c.1627]. Woodblock 1: under cast fleuron, title and tune, above column 1: A well-dressed man (presumably the lover) stands on some type of tiled floor. He wears a plumed hat and has a mustache or beard. He wears an waistcoat and breeches, and has some sort of collar or ruff around his neck. A balderick is tied across his chest and he wears a heavy cape. A sword swings from his waist and points in the direction of the man's left. Another object appears to be attached to his waist on the right side. His left hand is at his waist, and he holds a glove in that hand. His right hand is extended to his side.: 78 x 60 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 346 A Louers Lamentation to his faire Phillida. A Lovers Lamentation to his faire Phillida. A Lover's Lamentation to his Fair Phillida. 1/2 sheet folio, 252 x 120 cropped top, bottom and right edges cast fleurons Printer G. P. 1627 Printed at London by G.P. Weinstein: STC initials

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MY Philida, adue, Love, And evermore farewell: I must goe seeke a new Love, Yet will I ring her knell. Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, My Phillida is dead: Ile sticke a branch of Willowes At my farie Phillis head. Our bridall bed was made, By my faire Phillida, Instead of silken shade, She now lyes wrapt in clay. Ding dong, etc. Her corps shall be attended With Nymphes in rich array, Till Obsaquies be ended, And my Love wrapt in clay. Ding dong, etc. Her Hearse it shall be carried, With them which doe excell: And when that she is buried, Thus will I will ring her knell. Ding dong, etc. Ile decke her Tomb with flowres The rarest that ere was seene: And with my teares as showres, Ile keepe them fresh and greene. Ding dong, etc.
In stead of fairest flowres, Set forth by curious Art, Her picture shall be painted In my distressed heart. Ding dong, etc. And ever shall be written, And after shall be said, True love is not forgotten, Though Phillda be dead. Ding dong, etc. Now ever will I dwell Where my True-Love doth lye: And in some darksome Cell, There will I pine and dye. Ding dong, etc. In Sable will I mourne, The blacke shall be my weed, Ah me, I heare some talke, That Phillida is dead. Ding dong, etc. A garland shall be framed, By Art and Natures skill, With sundry other flowres, In token of good will. Ding dong, etc. With sundry coloured Ribands, As much I will bestow: They should be black and yellow, In token of my woe. Ding dong, etc. True Lovers be not scanting With teares to make me mourne, Since Phillida is wanting, And all my joyes are gone. Ding dong, etc. She was my onely True-Love, My heart can witnesse well: Wherefore, in signe I love her, Once more Ile wring her knell. Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, My Phillida is dead: Ile sticke a branch of Willowes At my faiie Phillis head.
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Printed at London by G. P.