THE CUSSED DAMOZEL.
A lover sate aloneAll by the Golden Gate,And made exceedynge moanWhiles he hys Love didde wait.To him One coming prayedWhy he didde weepe. Said he,“I weepe me for a maidWho cometh notte to mee.”“Alas! I waite likewiseMy Love these many years;Meseems ’t would save our eyesIf we should pool our tears.”And so they weeped full soreA twelvemonth and a daye,Till they could weepe no more,For notte a tear hadde they.Whenas they came to seeThey could not weepe alway,Each of hys Faire Ladyee’Gan sing a rondelay.
A lover sate aloneAll by the Golden Gate,And made exceedynge moanWhiles he hys Love didde wait.To him One coming prayedWhy he didde weepe. Said he,“I weepe me for a maidWho cometh notte to mee.”“Alas! I waite likewiseMy Love these many years;Meseems ’t would save our eyesIf we should pool our tears.”And so they weeped full soreA twelvemonth and a daye,Till they could weepe no more,For notte a tear hadde they.Whenas they came to seeThey could not weepe alway,Each of hys Faire Ladyee’Gan sing a rondelay.
A lover sate aloneAll by the Golden Gate,And made exceedynge moanWhiles he hys Love didde wait.
A lover sate alone
All by the Golden Gate,
And made exceedynge moan
Whiles he hys Love didde wait.
To him One coming prayedWhy he didde weepe. Said he,“I weepe me for a maidWho cometh notte to mee.”
To him One coming prayed
Why he didde weepe. Said he,
“I weepe me for a maid
Who cometh notte to mee.”
“Alas! I waite likewiseMy Love these many years;Meseems ’t would save our eyesIf we should pool our tears.”
“Alas! I waite likewise
My Love these many years;
Meseems ’t would save our eyes
If we should pool our tears.”
And so they weeped full soreA twelvemonth and a daye,Till they could weepe no more,For notte a tear hadde they.
And so they weeped full sore
A twelvemonth and a daye,
Till they could weepe no more,
For notte a tear hadde they.
Whenas they came to seeThey could not weepe alway,Each of hys Faire Ladyee’Gan sing a rondelay.
Whenas they came to see
They could not weepe alway,
Each of hys Faire Ladyee
’Gan sing a rondelay.
“My Love hath golden hair,”Sang one, “and like the wineThe red lips of my Fair.”The other sang, “So’s mine.”“My Love is wondrous wise,”Sang one, “and wondrous fineAnd wondrous dark her eyes.”The other sang, “So’s mine.”
“My Love hath golden hair,”Sang one, “and like the wineThe red lips of my Fair.”The other sang, “So’s mine.”“My Love is wondrous wise,”Sang one, “and wondrous fineAnd wondrous dark her eyes.”The other sang, “So’s mine.”
“My Love hath golden hair,”Sang one, “and like the wineThe red lips of my Fair.”The other sang, “So’s mine.”
“My Love hath golden hair,”
Sang one, “and like the wine
The red lips of my Fair.”
The other sang, “So’s mine.”
“My Love is wondrous wise,”Sang one, “and wondrous fineAnd wondrous dark her eyes.”The other sang, “So’s mine.”
“My Love is wondrous wise,”
Sang one, “and wondrous fine
And wondrous dark her eyes.”
The other sang, “So’s mine.”
“My Love is wondrous proud,And her name is Geraldyne.”“Thou liest!” shrieked aloudThe other. “She is mine!”“She plighted ere I diedEternal troth to me.”“Good lack,” the other cried,“E’en so she plighted me!”“Beside my bier she sworeShe would be true to me,For aye and evermore,Unto eternityee.”The twain didde then agree,In their most grievous plight,To fly to earth and seeThe which of them was right.Alack and well-a-daye!A-well-a-daye alack!Eft soons they flew away,Eft sooners flew they back.For when they had come thereThey were not fain to stay,To Geraldyne the FaireHer silver weddyng daye.
“My Love is wondrous proud,And her name is Geraldyne.”“Thou liest!” shrieked aloudThe other. “She is mine!”“She plighted ere I diedEternal troth to me.”“Good lack,” the other cried,“E’en so she plighted me!”“Beside my bier she sworeShe would be true to me,For aye and evermore,Unto eternityee.”The twain didde then agree,In their most grievous plight,To fly to earth and seeThe which of them was right.Alack and well-a-daye!A-well-a-daye alack!Eft soons they flew away,Eft sooners flew they back.For when they had come thereThey were not fain to stay,To Geraldyne the FaireHer silver weddyng daye.
“My Love is wondrous proud,And her name is Geraldyne.”“Thou liest!” shrieked aloudThe other. “She is mine!”
“My Love is wondrous proud,
And her name is Geraldyne.”
“Thou liest!” shrieked aloud
The other. “She is mine!”
“She plighted ere I diedEternal troth to me.”“Good lack,” the other cried,“E’en so she plighted me!”
“She plighted ere I died
Eternal troth to me.”
“Good lack,” the other cried,
“E’en so she plighted me!”
“Beside my bier she sworeShe would be true to me,For aye and evermore,Unto eternityee.”
“Beside my bier she swore
She would be true to me,
For aye and evermore,
Unto eternityee.”
The twain didde then agree,In their most grievous plight,To fly to earth and seeThe which of them was right.
The twain didde then agree,
In their most grievous plight,
To fly to earth and see
The which of them was right.
Alack and well-a-daye!A-well-a-daye alack!Eft soons they flew away,Eft sooners flew they back.
Alack and well-a-daye!
A-well-a-daye alack!
Eft soons they flew away,
Eft sooners flew they back.
For when they had come thereThey were not fain to stay,To Geraldyne the FaireHer silver weddyng daye.
For when they had come there
They were not fain to stay,
To Geraldyne the Faire
Her silver weddyng daye.