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Oh! ſtaunch this bootleſs tear,
thy weeping is in vain;
I am not loſt, for we in heav'n
ſhall one day meet again.
With that ſhe turn’d aſide,
as one diſpoſ'd to ſleep,
And like a lamb departed life,
while friends did ſorely weep.
Her true love ſeeing this,
did fetch a grievous groan,
And tho' his heart would burſt in two,
and thus he made his moan
Oh! diſmal unhappy day!
a day of grief and care,
That hath bereaved me of my love
whoſe beauty was ſo fair.
Now woe unto the world,
and all therein that dwell;
Oh, that I were in heaven,
for here I live in hell.
