Full Lyrics
Aye me, my wonted joys forsake me
and deep despair doth overtake me;
I whilom sung, but now I weep;
thus sorrows run when joy doth creep
I wish to live, and yet I die,
for love hath wrought my misery.
Aye me, my wonted joys by Thomas Weelkes — Lyrics
Thomas Weelkes English Secular Madrigals Staff notation
