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S121797 FArewell, farewell, farewell, / braue Englands ioy: Lament, lament, lament / you English Peeres, / Lament your losse / possest so many yeeres. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 18298 A mournefull Dittie, entituled Elizabeths losse, together with a welcome / for King Iames. A mournefull Dittie, entituled Elizabeths losse, together with a welcome for King Iames. A mournful Ditty, entitled Elizabeth's loss, together with a welcome for King James. 1603-1603 T.P.

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FArewell, farewell, farewell, brave Englands joy: Gone is thy friend that kept thee from annoy. Lament, lament, lament you English Peeres, Lament your losse possest so many yeeres. Gone is thy Queene, the paragon of time, On whom grim death hath spred his fatall line. Lament, lament, etc. Gone is that gem which God and man did love, She hath us left to dwell in heaven above. Lament, lament, etc. You gallant Ladies of her Princely traine, Lament your losse your love, your hope, and gaine. Lament, lament, etc. Weepe wring your hands, all clad in mourning weeds, Shew foorth your love, in tongue in hart and deeds. Lament, lament, etc. Full foure and fortie yeeres foure moneths seaven dayes, She did maintaine this realme in peace alwayes. Lament, lament, etc. In spite of Spaines proud Pope, and all the rout, Who Lyon like ran ranging round about. Lament, lament, etc. With traiterous plots to slay her Royall grace, Her realme, her lawes and Gospell to deface, Lament, lament, etc. Yet time and tide God still was her defence, Till for himselfe from us hee tooke her hence Lament, lament, etc.
We neede not to rehearse what care what griefe, She still endured, and all for our reliefe. Lament, lament, etc. We neede not to rehearse what benefits, You all injoyd, what pleasures and what gifts. Lament, lament, etc. You Virgins all bewayle your Virgin Queene, That Phenix rare, on earth but sildome seene. Lament, lament, etc. With Angels wings she pearst the starrie skie, When death, grim death, hath shut her mortall eye. Lament, lament, etc. You Nimphs that sing and bathe, in Fountaines cleere: Come lend your helpe to sing in mournefull cheere. Lament, lament, etc. All you that doe professe sweet musicks Art, Lay all aside, your Vyoll Lute and Harpe, Lament, lament, etc. Mourne Organs, Flutes, mourne Sagbuts with sad sound: Mourne Trumpets shrill, mourne Cornets mute & round. Lament, lament, etc. You Poets all brave Shakspeare, Johnson, Greene, Bestow your time to write for Englands Queene. Lament, lament, etc. Returne your songs and Sonnets and your sayes: To set foorth sweete Elizabeths praise. Lament, lament, etc. In fine all you that loyall harts possesse,
With Roses sweete, bedeck hir Princely hearse. Lament, lament, etc. Bedeck that hearse sprong from that famous King, King Henrie the eight, whose fame on earth doth ring[.] Lament, lament, etc. Now is the time that we must all forget, Thy sacred name oh sweet Elizabeth. Lament, lament, etc. Praying for King James, as earst we prayed for thee, In all submissive love and loyaltie. Lament, lament, etc. Beseeching God to blesse his Majestie With earthly peace and heavens felicitie. Lament, lament, etc. And make his raigne more prosperous here on earth Then was the raigne of late Elizabeth. Lament, lament, etc. Wherefore all you that subjects true beare names: Still pray with me, and say God save King James. Lament, lament, lament, you English Peeres, Lament your losse enjoyd so many yeeres.
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