My flocks feed not

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My flocks feed not My ewes breed not My rams speed not All is amiss Love is dying Faith's defying Heart's denying Causer of this All our merry jigs are quite forgot All my Lady's love is lost, God wot Where our faith was firmly fix'd in love There annoy is placed without remove Our silly cross Wrought all my loss O frowning fortune Cursed fickle dame For now I see inconstancy More in women than in many men to be In black mourn I All fear scorn I Love hath forlorn me, living in thrall Heart is bleeding All help needing O cruel speeding, fraught with gall My shepherd's pipe will sound no deal My wether's bell, rings doleful knell My curtal dog, that won't to havе play'd Plays not at all, but seems afraid My sighs so deep Procure to weep With howling noise, to see my doleful plight; How sighs rеsound! Through harkless ground Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight Clear wells spring not Sweet birds sing not Loud bells ring not cheerfully Herds stand weeping Flocks all sleeping Nymphs back creeping fearfully All our pleasures known to us, poor swains All our merry meetings on the plains All our evening sports from us are fled All our loves are lost, for love is dead Farewell, sweet lass! The like ne'er was For a sweet content, the cause of all my woe; Poor Coridon must live alone Other help for him I know, there's none