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| IT is a grievous smart, | |
| To suffer pain and sorrow; | |
| But most grieveth my heart, | |
| He laid his faith to borrow; | |
| And falsehood hath his faith and troth, | 5 |
| And he foresworn by many an oath. | |
| All ye lovers, perdie! | |
| Hath cause to blame his deed, | |
| Which shall example be, | |
| To let you of your speed; | 10 |
| Let never woman again | |
| Trust to such words as man can feign. | |
| For I unto my cost | |
| Am warning to you all; | |
| That they whom you trust most | 15 |
| Soonest deceive you shall; | |
| But complaint cannot redress, | |
| Of my great grief the great excess. | |
| Farewell! all my welfare! | |
| My shoe is trod awry. | 20 |
| Now may I cark and care, | |
| To sing lullaby! lullaby! | |
| Alas! what shall I do thereto? | |
| There is no shift to help me now. | |
| Who made it such offence, | 25 |
| To love for love again; | |
| God wot! that my pretence | |
| Was but to ease his pain; | |
| For I had ruth to see his woe: | |
| Alas! more fool! why did I so! | 30 |
| For he from me is gone, | |
| And makes thereat a game; | |
| And hath left me alone, | |
| To suffer sorrow and shame; | |
| Alas! he is unkind doubtless, | 35 |
| To leave me thus all comfortless. | |
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