EBBA ID: 36007

 
The country-mans lamentation for the death of his cow. / A Country Swain of little wit one day, / Did kill his Cow because she went astray: / What's that to I or you, she was his own, / But now the Ass for his Cow doth moan: / Most pineously methink he cries in vain, / For now his Cow,s free from hunger, and pain: / What ails the fool to make so great o stir, / She cannot come to him, he may to her.
Date Published 1678-1695 ?
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Imprint Printed for C. Passinger, at the seven stars in the new Buildings, on London-bridge.
License
Collection Beinecke Library - Michell-Jolliffe
Location Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library
Shelfmark 2000 Folio 6 253
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      Part 1
    Title The country-mans lamentation for the death of his cow. / A Country Swain of little wit one day, / Did kill his Cow because she went astray: / What's that to I or you, she was his own, / But now the Ass for his Cow doth moan: / Most pineously methink he cries in vain, / For now his Cow,s free from hunger, and pain: / What ails the fool to make so great o stir, / She cannot come to him, he may to her.
    Tune Imprint To a pleasant Country Tune, called, Colly my Cow.
    First Lines LIttle Tom Dogget, / what dost thou mean,
    Refrain Sing, Oh poor Colly; / Colly my Cow; / For Colly will give me / no more milk now. / Pruh high, pruh hoe, / Pruh high, pruh hoe, / Pruh, pruh, pruh, pruh, pruh, pruh, pruh, / Tal dal daw.
    Condition
    Ornament