A Louers complaint being forsaken of his loue to a pleasant new tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A19201 of text S3239 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 5610.5). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A19201 STC 5610.5 ESTC S3239 33143213 ocm 33143213 28298 2240914813

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A19201) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 28298) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1873:19) A Louers complaint being forsaken of his loue to a pleasant new tune. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. For I.W., Printed at London : [ca. 1615] Date of publication from STC (2nd ed.). Right half of sheet contains: The second part of the forsaken louer, to a new tune. Contains three illustrations. Imperfect: faded, with loss of text. Reproduction of original in: Pepys Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. eebo A louers complaint being forsaken of his loue. To a pleasant new tune. [no entry] 1615 2 1000 32 0 0 0 0 0 320 F The rate of 320 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2002-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-10 Sampled and proofread 2002-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-12 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Louers complaint being forsaken of his Loue . To a pleasant new tune .

A Poore soule sat sighing vnder a Sicamore trée , O willow , willow , willow , With his hand on his bosome , his head on his knée , O willow , willow , willow , O willow , willow , willow , Sing O the greene willow shall be my garland . He sighd in his singing , and after each grone , Come Willow , &c. I am dead to all pleasure , my true loue is gone , O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. My Loue she is turned , vntrue she doth proue , O Willow , &c. She renders me nothing but hate for my loue , O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene willow , &c. O pitty me ( cried he ) you Louers each one , O Willow , &c. Her heart 's hard as M●rble , she rues not my mone , O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. The cold stre●mes ran by him , his eyes wept apace , O Willow , &c. The salt tears fel from him , which drowned his face O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. The mute birds sat by him , made fame by his mone O Willow , willow , willow , &c. The ●alt tears fell from him , which ●●●ned the ston● O Willow , willow , willow , willow , &c. Sing O the greene willow shall be my Garland . Let no body blame me , her scornes I do proue , O Willow , &c. She was borne to be faire , and I die for her loue , O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. O that beauty should harbour a heart that 's so hard , O Willow , &c. My true loue relecting , without all regard , O Willow , &c. Sing O the green Willow , &c. Let Loue no more b●ast him , in Palace or Bower , O Willow , &c. For ●omen are tro●●les , and sl●te in an houre , O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. But what ●elo● my com●l●ining in vaine I complaine , O Willow , &c. I must patient●● suffer her scorne and disdaine , O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. Come all ●ou forsaken , and sit downe by me , O Willow , &c. He that plaineth of his false loue , mine 's falser then she O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. The Willow wreath ●●eare I since my loue did fléet O Willow , willow , willow , &c. A Garland for Louers forsaken most méete , O Willow , willow , willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland ,

Printed at London for I. W.

The second part of ●e forsaken Louer . To a new tune .

LOwe layd by my sorrow , begot by disdaine O Willow , willow , willow , Against her to cruell , sti●l I complaine : O Willow , willow , willow , O Willow , willow , willow , Sing O the greene Willow shall be my garland . O Loue too infurious , to wound my poore heart , O Willow , &c. To suffer ●he ●r●umph , and ioy in my smart , O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. O Willow Willow , willow , the willow Garland , O Willow , &c. A signe of her falsenesse before me doth stand , O Willow , &c , Sing O the greene willow , &c. As here lying pained , it stands in mine eye , O Willow , So hang ( it friends ) ore mee , in graue where I lye : O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. In g●aue when I rest me , hang this to the view , O Willow , &c. Of all that ●ot knowe her , to blaze her vntrue : O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. With the●● w●●●s ingrauen , as Epitaph meet , O Willow , &c. 〈…〉 Poyson , for potion most swéet O Willow , &c Sing O the greene Willow , &c. Though she 〈◊〉 vnkindly hath scorned my loue , O Willow , &c. And carel●sly sm●les at the sorrowes I proue , O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. I cannot against her , vnkindely ●relaime , O Willow , &c. Cause once well I loued her , and honourd her na●e O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. The name of her sounded so swéete in mine eare , O Willow , &c. It ●ay●● my heart lightly the name of my ●ear● , O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. As then t was my comfort , it now i● my griefe ; O Willow , &c. It now brings me anguish , then brought me reliefe : O Willow , &c. Sing O the greene Willow , &c. Farwell faire fals●harted , plaints end with my breath O Willow , &c. Thou dost loath me , I loue thée though cause of my death : O Willow , willow , willow , O Willow , willow , willow , Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland . FINIS .

Printed at London for I. W.