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O grief the heaviest of all

To hear my lord the King's voice wailing his downfall!

Weep on, weep on for the King's sake;

Thy woeful service neither stint nor spare!

Eyes must be wet or hearts will break.

Anon with me the burthen bear.

Lord, I am ready to obey.

Wail and weep with wellaway!

Wellaway! And wellaway!

Woe! Woe! Woe!

This mingled cup is mine and thine,

Foamed with the ferment of a black and bitter wine.

Beat thy breast and wail

The Mysian wail!

Oh, wail!

Spare not thy silvery hairs;

Pluck out the reverend beard upon thy chin!