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The Song Book 3
iii AH! THE SYGHES THAT COME FRO' MY HEART
Andantino
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Oft to me with her goodly face, She was wont to cast an eye;
And now absence to me in place ! Alas ! for woe I die, I die !
I was wont her to behold,
And take in armes twain ; And now with syghes manifold,
Farewell my joy and welcome pain I |
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Ah ! me think that should I yet,
As would to God that I might; There would no joys compare with it
Unto my heart, to make it light.
Chappell. From a MS. in the Brit. Mus. |
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