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R215928 O Blessed bird, whose soaring Song, / declares the lightsome day! O MAn! sigh on, for thou hast cause / to sorrow for thy sin, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 500 Sad Marshall to the / singing Larke Sad Marshall to the singing Larke Sad Marshall to the singing Lark ?-?

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O Blessed bird, whose soaring Song, declares the lighttome day! Im forcd to blesse thy little tongue, for thy solacious Lay. Yea, whilst I think on thine estate, and hear thine Harmonie, I find my self to be ungrate, who sad and silent lie; For thou hast neither Lands, nor Rent, nor Riches laid in store: And yet doest sing as full content, and with thy Song doest soar, But I to whom the loving Lord hath been more liberal, I sigh and cannot sing a word, nor move no mirth at all. What is the cause that I deplore, whilst thou so sweetly sings, But that I hunt to have much more than yet my fortune brings: But thou into thy minds at rest, contented with thy Lot: Whilst I with cares am thus opprest, thou chantst a chearfull note, The mean to move me unto mirth, then is to be content: And eke with thee to leave the Earth, and peirce the Firmament; For here below is nothing else, but crosse, with changing toyes, But they that in the highest dwell have everlasting Joyes. My blessed bird, tyre not thy tune, move on thy musick sweet, For I with cares was quite undone, till thou revivd my Sprit, And now, since thou hast me restord, with thee Ill soar, and sing: Giving all laud unto the Lord, my high and heavenlie King
Finis, quod Marshal.
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O Man! sigh on, for thou hast cause to sorrow for thy sin, GOD unto me hath givn no Lawes, to lead my life therein: But by his will he me ordains, to sing, and show the day:
But thou, O man! who grief sustains; should bow thy knee, and pray. Man! thou shouldst be more sad than I, more dangerous is thy state: The world, the flesh, and old envy, thou hast with to debate. High is the pryze, if thou take care, that GOD shall to thee giv[e] Hard is the case, if thou despa[ir], or yet securelie live. Short while thou hast for to deplore: far shorter I to sing. A year, or two, or little mor[e], to me my date shall bring, And when the winter waxeth [c]old, my layes shall lurk full low: For I must shield me in some hold, till brumal blasts oreblow Yea, fragrant flowrs in summer fair shall then both droup and die: Fish in the floods, fowls in the Air, have their adversitie. For every time is not the Spring: no state stands ay at ones There is a time for us to siing, a time for sighs and groans: Take everie state to come from God, both wealth, want, weal, and wo, And when he layes on thee his Rod, thy visitation know: Yea, when he makes thy cup to flow, think on adversitie: Lest that thy wealth thy wit orgrow; in thy prosperitie. Yet le[t] no sadnesse thee orthrow, for trifles which thou tires: Oft whilst the earth is clad with snow, the Sun most brig[h]tlie shines, Though [f]or[t]une frown, be not afraid each cloud is not a shower When griefe is gone, and thou art glad, it shall be sweet thats sowre No mortal man may climb the top of full felicitie: We do but seldom hit our Scope, how low soever it be, Though thou wert mounted to the hight whereto thy thoughts aspir[e]s, Some higher object out of si[g]ht would kindle new desires. Then let no worldlie vanitie in vain oppresse thy sprit, Come, soar with me above the Skie, to thy Redeemer sweet, Sing of thy lasting libertie, when all these pains are past: Sing of thy joyfull jubilie, thou shalt enjoy at last, So shall thy wishes be compleat, to the most high degree: So shall thy present crosse be sweet, how sowre soever it be, Then sing, and sigh; sigh and sing, till thou enjoy that Day Of perfect joy, with Christ thy King, where thou shalt sing for ay.
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