Full Lyrics
In black mourn I,
All fear scorn I,
Love hath forlorn me, living in thrall,
Heart is bleeding,
All help needing,
O cruel speeding, fraught with gall.
My shepherd's pipe will sound no deal,
My wether's bell, rings doleful knell,
My curtal dog, that wont to have play'd,
Plays not at all, but seems afraid,
My sighs so deep,
procure to weep,
With howling noise, to see my doleful plight;
How sighs resound!
through harkless ground,
Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight.
