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Colin Clouts Come Home Againe	A
THe shepheards boy best knowen by that name	B
That after Tityrus first sung his lay	C
Laies of sweet loue without rebuke or blame	B
Sate as his custome was vpon a day	C
Charming his oaten pipe vnto his peres	D
The shepheard swaines that did about him play	C
Who all the while with greedie listfull eares	D
Did stand astonisht at his curious skill	E
Like hartlesse deare dismayed with thunders sound	F
At last when as he piped had his fill	E
He rested him and sitting then around	F
One of those groomes a iolly groome was he	G
As euer piped on an oaten reed	H
And lou'd this shepheard dearest in degree	G
Hight Hobbinol gan thus to him areed	H
Colin my liefe my life how great a losse	D
Had all the shepheards nation by thy lacke	I
And I poore swaine of many greatest crosse	D
That sith thy Muse first since thy turning backe	I
Was heard to sound as she was wont on hye	J
Hast made vs all so blessed and so blythe	K
Whilest thou wast hence all dead in dole did lye	J
The woods were heard to waile full many a sythe	K
And all their birds with silence to complaine	A
The fields with faded flowers did seem to mourne	A
And all their flocks from feeding to refraine	A
The running waters wept for thy returne	A
And all their fish with langour did lament	H
But now both woods and fields and floods reuiue	G
Sith thou art come their cause of meriment	H
That vs late dead hast made againe aliue	E
But were it not too painfull to repeat	H
The passed fortunes which to thee befell	E
In thy late voyage we thee would entreat	H
Now at thy leisure them to vs to tell	E
To whom the shepheard gently answered thus	D
Hobbin thou temptest me to that I couet	H
For of good passed newly to discus	D
By dubble vsurie doth twise renew it	H
And since I saw that Angels blessed eie	L
Her worlds bright sun her heauens fairest light	H
My mind full of my thoughts satietie	H
Doth feed on sweet contentment of that sight	H
Since that same day in nought I take delight	H
Ne feeling haue in any earthly pleasure	G
But in remembrance of that glorious bright	H
My lifes sole blisse my hearts eternall threasure	G
Wake then my pipe my sleepie Muse awake	I
Till I haue told her praises lasting long	I
Hobbin desires thou maist it not forsake	I
Harke then ye iolly shepheards to my song	I
With that they all gan throng about him neare	G
With hungrie eares to heare his harmonie	A
The whiles their flocks deuoyd of dangers feare	G
Did round about them feed at libertie	H
One day quoth he I sat as was my trade	H
Vnder the foot of Mole that mountaine hore	G
Keeping my sheepe amongst the cooly shade	H
Of the greene alders by the Mullaes shore	G
There a straunge shepherd chaunst to find me out	H
Whether allured with my pipes delight	H
Whose pleasing sound yshrilled far about	H
Or thither led by chaunce I know not right	H
VVhom when I asked from what place he came	B
And how he hight himselfe he did ycleepe	M
The shepheard of the Ocean by name	B
And said he came far from the main sea deepe	M
He sitting me beside in that same shade	H
Prouoked me to plaie some pleasant fit	H
And when he heard the musicke which I made	H
He found himselfe full greatly pleased at it	H
Yet muling my pipe he tooke in hond	H
My pipe before that muled of many	A
And plaid thereon for well that skill he cond	H
Himselfe as skilfull in that art as any	A
He pip'd I sung and when he sung I piped	H
By chaunge of turnes each making other mery	G
Neither enuying other nor enuied	H
So piped we vntill we both were weary	G
There interrupting him a bonie swaine	A
That Cuddy hight him thus atweene bespake	I
And should it not thy ready course restraine	A
I would request thee Colin for my sake	I
To tell what thou didst sing when he did plaie	E
For well I weene it worth recounting was	D
VVhether it were some hymne or morall laie	E
Or carol made to praise thy loued lasse	D
Nor of my loue nor of my losse quoth he	G
I then did sing as then occasion fell	E
For loue had me forlorne forlorne of me	G
That made me in that desart chose to dwell	E
But of my riuer Bregogs loue I soong	I
VVhich to the shiny Mulla he did beare	G
And yet doth beare and euer will so long	I
As water doth within his bancks appeare	G
Of fellowship said then that bony Boy	N
Record to vs that louely lay againe	A
The staie whereof shall nought these eares annoy	A
VVho all that Colin makes do couet faine	A
Heare then quoth he the tenor of my tale	E
In sort as I it to that shepheard told	H
No leasing new nor Grandams fable stale	E
But auncient truth confirm'd with credence old	H
Old father Mole Mole hight that mountain gray	G
That walls the Northside of Armulla dale	E
He had a daughter fresh as floure of May	G
VVhich gaue that name vnto that pleasant vale	E
Mulla the daughter of oldMole so hight	H
The Nimph which of that water course has charge	O
That springing out of Mole doth run downe right	H
to Butteuant where spreding forth at large	O
It giueth name vnto that auncient Cittie	H
VVhich Kilnemullah cleped is of old	H
VVhose ragged ruines breed great ruth and pittie	H
To travailers which it from far behold	H
Full faine she lou'd and was belou'd full faine	A
Of her owne brother riuer Bregog hight	H
So hight because of this deceitfull traine	A
VVhich he with Mulla wrought to win delight	H
But her old sire more carefull of her good	H
And meaning her much better to preferre	G
Did thinke to match her with the neighbour flood	H
VVhich Allo hight Broad water called farre	G
And wrought so well with his continuall paine	A
That he that riuer for his daughter wonne	A
The dowre agreed the day assigned plaine	A
The place appointed where it should be doone	A
Nath lesse the Nymph her former liking held	H
For loue will not be drawne but must be ledde	H
And Bregog did so well her fancie weld	H
That her good will he got her first to wedde	H
But for her father sitting still on hie	G
Did warily still watch which way she went	H
And eke from far obseru'd with iealous eie	L
VVhich way his course the wanton Bregog bent	H
Him to deceiue for all his watchfull ward	H
The wily louer did deuise this slight	H
First into many parts his streame he shar'd	H
That whilest the one was watcht the other might	H
Passe vnespide to meete her by the way	G
And then besides those little streames so broken	A
He vnder ground so closely did conuay	A
That of their passage doth appeare no token	A
Till they into the Mullaes water slide	H
So secretly did he his loue enioy	A
Yet not so secret but it was descried	H
And told her father by a shepheards boy	A
Who wondrous wroth for that so foule despight	H
In great auenge did roll downe from his hill	E
Huge mightie stones the which encomber might	H
His passage and his water courses spill	E
So of a Riuer which he was of old	H
He none was made but scattred all to nought	H
And lost emong those rocks into him rold	H
Did lose his name so deare his loue he bought	H
Which hauing said him Thestylis bespake	I
Now by my life this was a mery lay	G
Worthie of Colin selfe that did it make	I
But read now eke of friendship I thee pray	G
What dittie did that other shepheard sing	I
For I do couet most the same to heare	G
As men vse most to couet forreine thing	I
That shall I eke quoth he to you declare	G
His song was all a lamentable lay	G
Of great vnkindnesse and of vsage hard	H
Of Cynthia the Ladie of the sea	G
Which from her presence faultlesse him debard	H
And euer and anon with singults rife	P
He cryed out to make his vndersong	I
Ah my loues queene and goddesse of my life	P
Who shall me pittie when thou doest me wrong	I
Then gan a gentle bonylasse to speake	I
That Marin hight Right well he sure did plaine	A
That could great Cynthiaes sore displeasure breake	I
And moue to take him to her grace againe	A
But tell on further Colin as befell	E
Twixt him and thee that thee did hence dissuade	H
When thus our pipes we both had wearied well	E
Quoth he and each an end of singing made	H
He gan to cast great lyking to my	J

Edmund Spenser

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