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I have been a foster |
anon |
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My woeful heart |
anon |
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Be peace! ye make me spill my ale! |
anon |
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Absence of you |
anon |
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The high desire |
anon |
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O blessed lord, how may this be? |
anon |
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Thou man, envired with temptation |
anon |
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Now help, fortune |
anon |
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Fair and discreet |
anon |
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Alone, alone, mourning alone |
T. B.? |
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My heart is in great mourning |
anon |
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Pastime with good company |
[Henry VIII] |
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So put in fear I dare not speak |
anon |
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Alone, alone; here I am myself |
anon |
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In wilderness there found I bess |
anon |
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Come over the burn, Bessy |
anon |
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Votre trey dowce regaunt |
tenor from Binchois |
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Up I arose in verno tempore |
anon |
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Hey ho, the mavis on a brere |
anon |
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How shall I please? |
anon |
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The farther I go, the more behind |
Newark |
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Ah, my heart, I know you well |
anon |
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What causeth me woeful thoughtes |
Newark |
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So far I trow from remedy |
Newark |
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My woeful heart in painful weariness |
Sheryngham |
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Deemed wrongfully in absent |
anon |
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O my desire, what aileth thee? |
Newark |
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Let search your mindës eye |
Hamshere |
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Love fain would I |
anon |
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Now the law is led |
Davy |
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That was my woe is now my most |
Fayrfax |
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Benedicite! what dreamed I? |
[Fayrfax] |
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To complain me, alas |
[Fayrfax] |
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Alas, it is I |
Turges |
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I am he that hath you daily served |
Turges |
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…I play daily their pains |
anon |
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But why am I so abused? |
Newark |
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Your counterfeiting |
Newark |
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Thus musing in my mind |
Newark |
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Most clear of colour |
Fayrfax |
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I love, loved, and loved would I be |
Fayrfax |
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Alas, for lack of her presence |
Fayrfax |
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That was my joy is now my woe |
anon |
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Somewhat musing |
Fayrfax |
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Madame, defrain! |
anon |
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O root of truth, O princess |
Tutor |
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I love, I love, and whom love ye? |
Philipps |
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Complain I may |
anon |
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Alone, alone: As I me walked |
anon |
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Ah, my dear, ah, my dear son |
anon |
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Jesu, mercy, how may this be? |
Browne |
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Afraid, alas, and why so suddenly? |
anon |
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Woefully arrayed |
Cornish |
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Ah, gentle Jesu |
Sheryngham |
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Woefully arrayed |
Browne |
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My fearful dream |
Banastir |
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Ah, blessed Jesu, how fortuned this? |
Davy |
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Ah, mine heart, remenber thee well |
Davy |
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Margaret meek |
Browne |
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Joan is sick and ill at ease |
Davy |
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Ay, besherew you! |
W. Cornish, junior |
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Who shall have my fair lady? |
anon |
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Hoyda, hoyda, jolly rutterkin |
W. Cornish, junior |
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From stormy windes |
Turges |
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This day day daws |
anon |
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Shall pathes to the greenwood |
anon |
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Enforce yourself as Goddes knight |
Turges |
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Be it known to all that bin here |
anon |
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In a slumber late as I was |
anon |
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I have been a foster |
anon |
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My woeful heart |
anon |
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Be peace! ye make me spill my ale! |
anon |
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