But cries, oh Cloris come away,
Aminta’s dying, welladay.
The Shepheards lamentation for the losse of his Love.
1.
Down lay the Shepheards Swain,
So sober and demure,
Wishing for his wench again,
So bonny and so pure.
But cries, oh Cloris come away,
Aminta’s dying, welladay.
1.
Down lay the Shepheards Swain,
So sober and demure,
Wishing for his wench again,
So bonny and so pure.