+++++++ The BLACK BIRD. UPON a fair morning for ſoft recreation, With fighing and ſobbing, and lad lamentation, Saying, My Black Bird moſt royal is flown. My thoughts they deceive me, Reflections do grieve me, And I am o'erburden'd with ſad miſery, Yer if death ſhould blind me, As true love inclines me, My Black Bird I'll ſeek out, wherever he be. Once into fair England my Black Bird did flouriſh, He was the chief flower that in it did ſpring; Prime ladies of honour his perſon did nouriſh, Becauſe that he was the true ſon of a king : But ſince that falſe fortune, Which ſtill is uncertain, Has cauſed this parting between him and me, His name I'll advance, In Spain and in France, And ſeek out my Black Bird wherever he be. The birds of the foreſt are all met together, The turtle has choſen to dwell with the dove; And I am reſolved in foul or fair weather, Once in the Spring to ſeek out my love. He's all my hearts treaſure, My joy and my pleaſure, And juſtly (my love) does my heart follow thee, Who are conſtant and kind, And couragious of mind, All bleſs on my Black Bird, wherever he be. In England my Black Bird and I were together, Where he was ſtill noble and generous of heart, Ah! wo to the me that firſt he went thither, Alas! be was forc'd from thence to depart,
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