I wish my friends their hearts' content: And on a strawen pannel sit, And ride some country carting tit! I wish myself, the time were spent That I must spend in misery: But those my friends: What shall I say, but bid adieu To every dra[ch]m of sweet delight, In place where pleasure never grew, In dungeon deep of foul despite, I must, ah me! Untoward Fortune now so frames, That I am banish'd from your sight, And, in your stead, against my will, I must go live with country Jill.
I must go live, I wot not where, Nor how to live when I come there. And farewell all gay garments now, With jewels rich, of rare device! And now farewell both spear and shield, Caliver, pistol, arquebus, See, see, what sighs my heart doth yield To think that I must leave you thus; And lay aside my rapier blade, And take in hand a ditching spade! And now farewell thou gallant lute, With instruments of music's sounds! I wish my deadly foe, no worse Than want of friends, and empty purse. And on a strawen pannel sit, And ride some country carting tit! With leeks and onions, whig and whey, I must content me as I may. I now, alas, must leave all these, And make good cheer with bread and cheese! For froward Fortune me denies Now longer near to thee to dwell. As it hath been a custom long, To bid farewell when men depart, So will I sing this solemn song, Farewell, to some, with all my heart: And next, adieu you gallant dames, The chief of noble youth's delight! Recorder, citern, harp, and flute, And heavenly descants on sweet grounds; I now must leave you all indeed, And make some music on a reed! I wish my friends their hearts' content: My foes, again, the contrary: I wish myself, the time were spent That I must spend in misery: But those my friends: Farewell, I say, fine flesh and fish, To please this dainty mouth of mine! My heavy heart for sorrow bleeds, To think that I must part with you: With friends and foes I have begun, And therefore, now I cannot tell Which first to choose, or ere I part, To write a farewell from my heart. My table laid when it was noon; My heavy heart it irks to tell My dainty dinners all are done: Now next, my gallant youths farewell; My lads that oft have cheer'd my heart! I now must leave you all, alas, And live with some odd lobcock ass! But, now my wishes thus are done, I must begin to bid farewell: And now farewell each dainty dish, With sundry sorts of sugar'd wine! What shall I say, but bid adieu To every dra[ch]m of sweet delight, In place where pleasure never grew, In dungeon deep of foul despite, I must, ah me! Untoward Fortune now so frames, That I am banish'd from your sight, And, in your stead, against my will, I must go live with country Jill. I now must learn some country plays For ale and cakes on holidays!
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