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My wife shall dance and I will sing,
So merrily pass the day;
For I hold it one of the wisest things
To drive dull care away.
So merrily pass the day;
For I hold it one of the wisest things
To drive dull care away.
QUEEN MARY's LAMENTATION.
I Sigh and lament me in vain,
These walls can but echo my moan,
Alas! it encreases my pain,
When I think of the days that are gone
Thro' the grate of my prison I see
The birds as they wanton in air,
My heart it now pants to be free,
My looks they are wild with despair.
These walls can but echo my moan,
Alas! it encreases my pain,
When I think of the days that are gone
Thro' the grate of my prison I see
The birds as they wanton in air,
My heart it now pants to be free,
My looks they are wild with despair.
Above, tho' opprest by my fate,
I burn with contempt for my foes,
Tho' fortune has alter'd my state,
She ne'er can subdue me to those.
False woman in ages to come,
Thy malice detested shall be;
And when we are cold in the tomb,
Some heart still with sorrow for me.
I burn with contempt for my foes,
Tho' fortune has alter'd my state,
She ne'er can subdue me to those.
False woman in ages to come,
Thy malice detested shall be;
And when we are cold in the tomb,
Some heart still with sorrow for me.
Ye roofs, where cold damps and dismay
With silence and solitude dwell,
With silence and solitude dwell,
