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Magdalene College - Pepys
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A Lovers Lamentation to his faire Phillida.
To new Tune.

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.

FINIS.

Printed at London by G. P.

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