Old Songs

By Edmund Spenser and George Wither

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Good Press
• Release date: Aug 21, 2022
• ISBN: 4064066458232

Edmund Spenser

Edmund Spenser (1552 - 1599) was an English poet considered to be one of the greatest poets in the English language. While Spenser would published more than a dozen works in his lifetime he is best known for his epic poem, The Faerie Queene. Dedicated to Queen Elizabeth I, the book is both one of the longest poems and most influential in the English language.

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Edmund Spenser|George Wither

Old Songs

Published by Good Press, 2022

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EAN 4064066458232

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A LOVE SONG. BY GEORGE WITHER.

WHY CANST THOU NOT, AS OTHERS DO?

WITH JOCKEY TO THE FAIR.

SWEET NELLY, MY HEART’S DELIGHT.

WHAT HAP HAD I TO MARRY A SHROW!

THE LEATHER BOTTÈL.

NEVER LOVE THEE MORE.

HERE’S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL FIFTEEN.

BARBARA ALLEN.

PERIGOT AND CUDDY’S ROUNDELAY. BY EDM. SPENSER.

SALLY IN OUR ALLEY.

EARLY ONE MORNING.

KITTY OF COLERAINE.

OLD KING COLE.

HARVEST-HOME.

’TWAS DOWN IN CUPID’S GARDEN.

PHILLADA.

A LOVE SONG.

BY GEORGE WITHER.

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I lov’d a lasse, a faire one,

As faire as e’er was seene;

She was, indeed, a rare one,

Another Sheba queen;

But, foole, as then I was,

I thought she lov’d me too;

But, now, alasse! sh’as left me,

Falero, lero, loo.

Her haire, like gold, did glister;

Each eye was like a starre;

She did surpasse her sister,

Which past all others farre:

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She would me hony call:

She’d, oh, she’d kisse me too!

But, now, alasse! sh’as left me,

Falero, lero, loo.

In summer-time, to Medley

My love and I would goe—

The boatmen there stood readie

My love and I to rowe;

For creame there would we call,

For cakes, and for prunes too;

But, now, alasse! sh’as left me,

Falero,