Pro Cantione Antiqua, Early Music Consort of London - 07 - William Cornyssh - My Loue she mourneth | Текст песни

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• 07 - William Cornyssh - My Loue she mourneth

My love she mourn'th for me, for me,
My love she mourn'th for me;
Alas, poor heart, sen we depart,
Mourn ye no more for me.
In loves dance, sith that our chance,
Of absence needs must be,
My love, I say, your love do way,
And mourn no more for me.
It is no boot to me heart root
But anguish and pity,
Wherefore, sweet heart, your mind revert
And mourn no more for me.
Thus here an end; good Lord, defend
all lovers that true be,
And in especial from jeopardies all
My love that mourn'th for me.

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