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.

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Title: 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.
Publication: Aberdene :: Printed by John Forbes ...,; 1666.
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Subject terms: Songs, English -- Early works to 1800.
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THE XXXIII. SONG.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SWeet Kate, of late, ran away, and left me plaining; Tee, hee, Abide, I cry'd, or I die with thy disdaining. Never 〈♫〉〈♫〉 hee, quoth she, gladly would I see Any man to die for loving. any yet d'yd of such a fit, Neither have I fear of proving.

Unkind, I find, thy delights in tormenting,
Abide, I cry'd, or I die with thy disdaining.
Tee, hee, hee, quoth she, make no fool of me;
Men, I know, will have oaths at pleasure:
But their hopes at end, they bewray their fain'd,
And their oaths are kept at leasure.

Her words like swords, cut my sory heart asunder.
Her flouts with doubts, keep my heart affectios under.
Tee, hee, hee, quoth she, what a fool is he
Stands in aw of once denying?
Cause I had enough, to become more rough,
So I did a happy trying.

FINIS.