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 my ſhoes from off my feet,

And gentle mother be not coy,

to bring my winding ſheet.

My wedding dinner dreſt,

beſtow upon the poor,

And to the hungry, needy, maim'd,

which do cry at the door.

Inſtead of virgins young,

my bride bed for to ſee,

Go cauſe ſome curious carpenter,

to make a cheſt for me.

My bride laces and ſilks,

to give to matrons meet,

May tidy ſerve when I am dead,

to tie both hands and feet.

And thou my lover true,

my huſband and my friend,

Let me entreat you here to ſtay,

until my life doth end.

Now leave to talk of love,

and humbly on your knee.

Direct your prayer unto God,

but mourn no more for me.

In love As we have liv'd,

in love let us depart,

And I in token of true love

do kiſs thee with my heart.

O ſtaunch thy bootleſs tears,

thy weeping is in vain;

I am not loſt, for we in heaven

ſhall meet once more again,

With that ſhe turn'd her head,

as one diſpos'd to ſleep,

And like a lamb departed life,

while friends full ſore did weep.