The Sorrowful Playnte and the Music
For all of playnte my song is sett, Wich long hathe served and nought can
gett. A faithefull herte so trulye mente Rewardid is full slenderelye.
Each morn I wake, pray soule to take;
Before I do things evil, rash, I order ye to gie me cash.
To be olde,
The Sorrowful Playnte and the Music
For all of playnte my song is sett, Wich long hathe served and nought can
gett. A faithefull herte so trulye mente Rewardid is full slenderelye.
Each morn I wake, pray soule to take;
Before I do things evil, rash, I order ye to gie me cash.
To be olde,
