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The Turtle Dove.
Or, The wooing in the Wood, being a pleasant new
Song of two constant Lovers.
To the tune of, the North Countre Lasse.

WHen Flora she had deckt
the fields with flowers faire,
my love and I did walke abroad,
to take the Pleasant ayre.

Faire phebus brightly shind,
and gentlie warmd each thing:Where every creature then did seeme,
to welcome in the Spring.

Into a pleasant grove,
by Nature trimly made:My Love and I together walkt,
to coole us in the shade.

The bubling brookes did glide,
the silver fishes leape:The gentle Lambes & nimble Fawnes
did seeme to leape and skipe,

The Birds with sugured notes,
their prettie throats did straine:And Shepheards on their oten pipes,
made musicke on the plaines.

Then I began to talke,
of Lovers in their blis:I wood her and courted her,
for to exchange a kiss.

With that she straight way said,
harke how the Nigtingale,
Although that she doth sweetly sing.
doth tell a heavie tale.

That in her maiden yeares,
by man she had much wrong:Which makes her now with thorne inbrest
to sing a mournefull song.

With that I lent an eare,
to heare sweete Philomell.
Amongst the other Birds in woods,
and she this tale did tell.

Fair maides be warnd by me,
I was a maiden pure.
Untill by man I was orereacht,
which makes me this indure.

To live in woods and groves,
sequestred from all sight:
For heavily I doe complaine,
both morning, noone, and night.

The Threstle-cock did say,
fie, Phill, you are to blame:Although that one did doe amisse,
will all men doe the same:
No quoth the Ousell then,
though I be blacke of hew:Unto my mate and dearest love,
I alwaies will proove true.

The Blackebird having spoke,
the Larke began to sing:If I pertisipate of ought,
my love to it I bring.

The Mag-pie up did start,
and straight began to chatter:
Beleeve not men they all are false,
for they will lye and flatter.

Then up upon a leafe,
the Wren leapt by and by,
And said bold Parrat your pide-coate,
shewes you can cog and lye.

The Second part. To the same Tune.

THen Robin-Redbrest said,
Tis I in love am true:My couller shewes that I am he,
if you give me my dew.

No, said the Linet then,
your brest it is to yellow:For let your love be never so true,
you[]le thinke you have a fellow.

Another bird start up,
being cald the Popengay,
And said faire Mistris view me well,
my coate is fine and gay,

Away with painted stuffe,
the Feldefare did say:
My couller it the abourne is,
and beares the bell away.

The Goldfinch then bespake,
my coullours they are pure:For yellow, red, for blacke, and white,
all weathers will indure.

Each bird within the wood,
a severall sentence gave:And all did strive with severall notes,
preheminence to have.

Then from an Ivie bush,
the Owle put forth her head
And said, not such an other Bird
as I, the wood hath breed.

With that each Bird of note,
did beate the Owle away:That never more he durst be seene,
to stay abroad by day.

And then they all agreed,
to choose the Turtle Dove,
And that he should deside the cause,
betwixt me and my love.

Who thus began to speake,
Behold sweet maiden faire:How my beloved and my selfe,
doe alwayes live a paire.

We never use to change,
but alwaies live in love:We kisse and bill, and therefore cald,
The faithfull Turtle Dove.

And when that each doth die,
we spend our time in mone,
Bewayling our deceased frind,
we live and die alone.

We never match againe,
as other birds doe use:Therefore sweet Maiden love your [mate]
doe not true love refuse.

Thus ending of his speech,
they all did silent stand,
And then I turnd me to my love,
and tooke her by the hand

And said, my dearest sweete,
behold the love of these:How every one in his degree,
doe seeke his ma[t]e to please.

Then fairest grant to me,
your constant heart and love:
And I will prove as true to thee,
as doth the Turtle Dove.

She said heere is my hand,
my heart and all I have:I kist her, and upon the same
a token to her gave[.]

And then upon the same,
the Birds did sweetly sing:That ecchoes through the woods and groves,
most lowdly then did ring.

Then up I tooke my Love,
and arme in arme did walke:With her unto her fathers house,
where we with him did talke.

Who soone did condiscend
when we weare both agreed
And shortly to the church we went,
and married were with speed.

The Bells aloud did ring
and Minstrels they did play
And every Youth and maid did strive,
to grace our wedding day.

God grant my love and I,
may have the like successe:And live in love untill we die,
in joy and righteousnes.


FINIS.
Printed by the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke.

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