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SIR WALTER RALEIGH'S LAMENTATION
Thousands of people stay, To see my dying day, Sing I then welladay, wofully mourning.
1 Once in a gallant sort
liued I, liued I, Belou'd in Englands court
graced with honours: Sir Walter Rauleighs1 name Had then a noble fame: Though turned now to shame
through my misdoing.
3 In youth I was too free
of my will, of my will, Which now deceiueth me
of my best fortunes: All that same gallant traine Which I did then maintaine, Holds me now in disdaine
for my vaine folly.
4 When as Queene Elizabeth
ruld this land, ruld this land, I trode the honord path
of a braue Courtier; Offices I had store, Heapt on me more and more, And my selfe I in them bore
proud and commanding.
5 Gone are those golden dayes,
woe is me woe is me: Offences many waies brought vnto triall,
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