SIGH

Men were deceivers ever,

One foot in sea and one on shore,

To one thing constant never : -Then sigh not so, but let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny,

Converting all your sounds of woe

Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,

Of dumps so dull and heavy;

The fraud of men was ever so

Since summer first was leafy:

-Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,

Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

C

OME away, come away, Death,

And in sad cypress let me be laid;

Fly away, fly away, breath;

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

O, prepare it!

My part of death, no one so true

Did share it.

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