A Collection of twenty four songs written by several hands, and set by several masters of musick ; vvith the tunes engraven on copper-plates with great care : most of them within the compass of a flute.
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A Collection of twenty four songs written by several hands, and set by several masters of musick ; vvith the tunes engraven on copper-plates with great care : most of them within the compass of a flute.
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London :: Printed by F. Leach, for Charles Corbet, and published by W. Davis ...,
1685.
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Songs, English -- England.
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"A Collection of twenty four songs written by several hands, and set by several masters of musick ; vvith the tunes engraven on copper-plates with great care : most of them within the compass of a flute." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A33879.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 16, 2024.
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〈♫〉〈♫〉
I.
AHfaithless Silvia come tell meWhy so cruel grown,So to undo me, and kill me,Who once was your own.When that I woo'd thee, and su'd thee,How hard was my fate,So to enslave me, then leave me,To cry 'tis too late.
II.
When thy poor Shepherd distressed,Went wandering on the Plain,Think how his Soul was oppressedWith Silvia's disdain.Each flying moment fresh thoughts,And new troubles to me does create,Since to regain the least Treasures and Pleasures,Alas 'tis too late.
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