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<DATE>2014-08-14</DATE>
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<NAME>Colm MacCrossan</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch Z140112.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<BIBNO T="umi">99856961</BIBNO>
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<HEAD>A mournefull Dittie, entituled <HI>Elizabeths</HI> lo&s;&s;e, together with a welcome for King <HI>Iames.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>To a plea&s;ant new tune.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>FArewell, farewell, farewell,</L>
<L>braue Englands ioy:</L>
<L>Gone is thy friend</L>
<L>that kept th&eacute;e from annoy.</L>
<L><HI>Lament, lament, lament</HI></L>
<L><HI>you Engli&s;h Peeres,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lament your lo&s;&s;e</HI></L>
<L><HI>po&s;&s;e&s;t &s;o many yeeres.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Gone is thy Qu&eacute;ene, the</L>
<L>paragon of time,</L>
<L>On whom grim death</L>
<L>hath &s;pred his fatall line.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Gone is that gem which</L>
<L>God and man did loue,</L>
<L>She hath vs left</L>
<L>to dwell in heauen aboue.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You gallant Ladies</L>
<L>of her Princely traine,</L>
<L>lament your lo&s;&s;e</L>
<L>your loue, your hope, and gaine.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>W&eacute;epe wring your hands,</L>
<L>all clad in mourning w&eacute;eds,</L>
<L>Shew foorth your loue,</L>
<L>in tongue in hart and d&eacute;eds.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Full foure and fortie y&eacute;eres</L>
<L>foure moneths &s;eauen dayes,</L>
<L>She did maintaine this realme</L>
<L>in peace alwayes.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In &s;pite of Spaines proud Pope,</L>
<L>and all the rout,</L>
<L>Who Lyon like ran</L>
<L>ranging round about.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With traiterous plots to &s;lay</L>
<L>her Royall grace,</L>
<L>Her realme, her lawes</L>
<L>and Go&s;pell to deface,</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet time and tide God &s;till</L>
<L>was her defence,</L>
<L>Till for him&s;elfe from vs</L>
<L>h&eacute;e tooke her hence</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We n&eacute;ede not to rehear&s;e</L>
<L>what care what griefe,</L>
<L>She &s;till endured,</L>
<L>and all for our reliefe.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We n&eacute;ede not to rehear&s;e</L>
<L>what benefits,</L>
<L>You all inioyd, what plea&s;ures</L>
<L>and what gifts.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You Virgins all bewayle</L>
<L>your Virgin Qu&eacute;ene,</L>
<L>That Phenix rare,</L>
<L>on earth but &s;ildome &s;&eacute;ene.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With Angels wings &s;he pear&s;t</L>
<L>the &s;tarrie &s;kie,</L>
<L>When death, grim death,</L>
<L>hath &s;hut her mortall eye.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You Nimphs that &s;ing and bathe,</L>
<L>in Fountaines cl&eacute;ere:</L>
<L>Come lend your helpe to &s;ing</L>
<L>in mournefull ch&eacute;ere.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All you that doe profe&s;&s;e</L>
<L>&s;w&eacute;et mu&s;icks Art,</L>
<L>Lay all a&s;ide, your Vyoll</L>
<L>Lute and Harpe,</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mourne Organs, Flutes,</L>
<L>mourne Sagbuts with &s;ad &s;ou~d:</L>
<L>Mourne Trumpets &s;hrill,</L>
<L>mourne Cornets mute &amp; round.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You Poets all braue <HI>Shak&s;peare,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Iohn&s;on, Greene,</HI></L>
<L>Be&s;tow your time to write</L>
<L>for Englands Qu&eacute;ene.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Returne your &s;ongs and Sonnets</L>
<L>and your &s;ayes:</L>
<L>To &s;et foorth &s;w&eacute;ete</L>
<L><HI>Elizabeths</HI> prai&s;e.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In fine all you</L>
<L>that loyall harts po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>With Ro&s;es &s;w&eacute;ete,</L>
<L>bedeck hir Princely hear&s;e.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Bedeck that hear&s;e</L>
<L>&s;prong from that famous King,</L>
<L>King <HI>Henrie</HI> the eight,</L>
<L>who&s;e fame on earth doth ring</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now is the time that we</L>
<L>mu&s;t all forget,</L>
<L>Thy &s;acred name</L>
<L>oh &s;w&eacute;et <HI>Elizabeth.</HI></L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Praying for King <HI>Iames,</HI></L>
<L>as ear&s;t we prayed for th&eacute;e,</L>
<L>In all &s;ubmi&s;&s;iue loue</L>
<L>and loyaltie.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Be&s;&eacute;eching God to ble&s;&s;e</L>
<L>his Maie&s;tie</L>
<L>With earthly peace</L>
<L>and heauens felicitie.</L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And make his raigne</L>
<L>more pro&s;perous here on earth</L>
<L>Then was the raigne</L>
<L>of late <HI>Elizabeth.</HI></L>
<L>Lament, lament, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wherefore all you</L>
<L>that &s;ubiects true beare names</L>
<L>Still pray with me, and &s;ay</L>
<L>God &s;aue King <HI>Iames.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lament, lament, lament,</HI></L>
<L><HI>you Engli&s;h Peeres,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lament your lo&s;&s;e enioyd</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;o many yeeres.</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Imprinted at London for T.P.</P>
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