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Magdalene College - Pepys
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The Longing Shepherdess:
LADY lie neer me.
To the Tune of, Lady lie neer me: or, The Green Garter.

ALL in the Month of May,
when all things blossom,
As in my bed I lay
sleep it grew Loathsome:
Up I Rose and did walk
over yon Mountains,
Through Mountains & through Dales
over Rocks and Fountains,
I heard a voice to say,
Sweet-heart come chear me,
Thou hast been long away,
Lady lye neer me.

Down by yon River side,
and surging billows,
A pleasant Grove I spide,
will set with willows:
In it a Shepherdesse
singing most clearly,
And still her note it was,
Lady lye neer me.
Come away do not stay, etc.

Sweetheart thou stayst too long
Phebus is watching,
Aurora with her steed,
is fast approaching:
She doth her chariot mount
which much do fear me,
Each hour a year I count
till you lye neer me:
Come away do not stay
sweat-heart and chear me,
Thou hast been long away,
Lady lye neer me.

Hymen keeps holy day
Love take thy pleasure,
Cupid hath thrown away
his Bow and Quiver:
B[o]reas doth gently blow
least I should fear him,
Yet dare I not stay
alone to hear him.
Come away, etc.

DId not Adonis like
sweet-heart fly from me,
For careful I will be
as doth become me.
Both of my flock and thine
whilst they are feeding,
Dear is my love to thee,
as is exceeding,
Come away, etc.

I may sing welladay
my joys are ended,
The hour of my approach
is almost spended:
My Parents will me misse,
and Swains will jeer me,
Thus still her note it was,
Lady lye neer me:
Come away, etc.

She had no sooner spoke
but her true Lover,
Neer to her did approach
her grief to smother:
Hearing thy mone my sweet,
I came to chear thee,
And will before I part,
dearest lye neer thee:
Be not sad, I am glad
that I did hear thee,
And what as can he had
thouse haye to chear thee.

No cost that I will spare,
for to content thee,
Junkets the best that are,
they shall be sent thee,
The chiefest I can get,
and best Canary,
Then do not sweet-heart sit
so solitary,
Be not sad, etc.

I hate to bear the mind
of a base peasant,
Thou still shalt find me kind,
Partridge and Phesant,
Butchers meat is but gross,
fair that is dainty,
For thee my loving Lasse,
we will have plenty,
Be not sad, etc.

Adonis like to prove
that were so cruel.
To one so dear I love,
the Richest jewel:
I do not estimate
like thee my sweeting,
I in my heart will hate
for to be fleeting,
Be not sad, etc.

The time we'l passe away
Histories Reading,
Whilst our flock day by day,

gently are feeding:
And on my Oaten Reed
Love to Requite thee,
Care away I will play
for to delight thee.
Be not sad, etc.

The birds with their sweet notes
chearfully singing,
Also will thee delight,
contentment bringing:
Whose pleasant Harmony
from them Resounding,
Still will delightful be,
most sweetly sounding.
Be not sad, etc.

Though I my self am absent,
and sometimes leave thee,
To work thy discontent
let nothing Grieve thee,
But merry be sweet-heart
till my Returning,
Alone my dear thou art
then cease thy mourning:
For I will still be kind
always to chear thee,
And so to ease thy mind,
I will be neer thee,


Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere,
and J. Wright.

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