Martin Peerson
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Ah were she pityfulAlmainAlman, FVB 90At her fair handsC
Can a maidCome pretty wagD
Disdaine that so doth fill meG
Gaze not on youthH
Hey the HornI
Is not that my fancy's queen?L
Lock up fair lidsLove her no moreN
Now Robin laugh and singO
O I do love, then kiss meO Precious TimeOpen the doreP
Pipers Paven, FVB 182Pretty wantons, sweetly singPrivate MusickeR
Resolved to loveS
See, see, O see who is here come a-mayingSince just disdain began to riseSing, love is blindT
The Fall of the Leafe, FVB 272The Primerose, FVB 271The spring of joy is dryU
Upon my lapW
What need the morning rise