Cantus, songs and fancies, to three, four, or five parts, both apt for voices and viols with a brief introduction to musick, as is taught by Thomas Davidson, in the Musick-School of Aberdene.

THE XXXI. SONG. (Book 31)

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THough your strangeness frets my heart. Yet must I not complain: You perswade me it's but arte, Which secret love must fain. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 If another you affect, It's but a toy to avoid suspect; Is this fair excusing? 〈♫〉〈♫〉 O no, O no, O no, O no, O no, no, no, no, no, all is abusing.

When your wisht sight I desire, Suspicion ye pretend, Causless ye your self retire, Whilst I in vain attend: Thus a Lover, as you say, Still made more eager by delay, Is this fair excusing? O no, O no, O no, O no, O no, no, no, no, no, All is abusing.

When another holds your hand, You'l swear I hold you heart: While thy Rival closs doth stand, And I sit far apart, I am nearer yet then they, Hid in your bosom, as you say: Is this fair excusing? O no, O no, O no, O no, O no, no, no, no, no, All is abusing.

Would a Rival then I were, Or else your secret friend; So much less should I you fear, And not so much attend: They enjoy you every one, Yet must I seem your friend alone▪ Is this fair excusing? O no, O no, O no, O no, O no, no, no, no, no, All is abusing.

FINIS.