Songs of Sion Set for the ioy of gods deere ones, vvho sitt here by the brookes of this vvorlds Babel, & vveepe vvhen they thinke on Hierusalem vvhich is on highe. By W.L.

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Title: Songs of Sion Set for the ioy of gods deere ones, vvho sitt here by the brookes of this vvorlds Babel, & vveepe vvhen they thinke on Hierusalem vvhich is on highe. By W.L.
Author: Loe, William, d. 1645.
Publication: [Hamburg :: S.n.,; 1620 (24 Jan.)]
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Our babes doe knovve noe sires, And they that gaue the breast Doe sitt, and sighe, & roare, & cry, Ne can they take their rest.

Our drinke to vs is sold, Our vvood vve buy full deare, And all this ill is come on vs For th•…•…e vve did not feare.

Our neckes are prest vvith yokes On vs they lie full sore. We moile, & toyle, & haue noe rest O lord vvhat vvilt thou mor•…•…

To those that be our foes
For bread vve giue our hands
They tire on vs, & make a prey,
They breake in to our lands.

They that are dead, & gone, O lord haue done the sinne, And vve poore soules doe pay the price, These take vs in their gin.

Base slaues vvhom vve did beate, Ore vs novve rule, and tire, & there is none that doth vs helpe Our feete stickes in the mire.