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Pla ce bo	A
Who is there who	B
Di le xi	C
Dame Margery	C
Fa re my my	D
Wherfore and why why	D
For the sowle of Philip Sparowe	D
That was late slayn at Carowe	D
Among the Nones Blake	E
For that swete soules sake	E
And for all sparowes soules	F
Set in our bederolles	F
Pater noster qui	C
With an Ave Mari	C
And with the corner of a Crede	G
The more shalbe your mede	G
	-
Whan I remembre agayn	H
How mi Philyp was slayn	H
Never halfe the payne	H
Was betwene you twayne	H
Pyramus and Thesbe	A
As than befell to me	C
I wept and I wayled	G
The tearys downe hayled	G
But nothinge it avayled	G
To call Phylyp agayne	H
Whom Gyb our cat hath slayne	H
	-
Gib I saye our cat	G
Worrowyd her on that	G
Which I loved best	G
It can not be exprest	G
My sorowfull hevynesse	F
But all without redresse	F
For within that stounde	G
Halfe slumbrynge in a swounde	G
I fell downe to the grounde	G
	-
Unneth I kest myne eyes	F
Towarde the cloudy skyes	F
But whan I dyd beholde	G
My sparow dead and colde	G
No creatuer but that wolde	G
Have rewed upon me	C
To behold and se	F
What hevynesse dyd me pange	I
Wherewith my handes I wrange	I
That my senaws cracked	G
As though I had ben racked	G
So payned and so strayned	G
That no lyfe wellnye remayned	G
	-
I syghed and I sobbed	G
For that I was robbed	G
Of my sparowes lyfe	J
O mayden wydow and wyfe	J
Of what estate ye be	C
Of hye or lowe degre	C
Great sorowe than ye myght se	F
And lerne to wepe at me	C
Such paynes dyd me frete	G
That myne hert dyd bete	G
My vysage pale and dead	G
Wanne and blewe as lead	G
The panges of hatefull death	K
Wellnye had stopped my breath	K
Heu heu me	C
That I am wo for the	L
Ad Dominum cum tribularer clamavi	J
Of God nothynge els crave I	D
But Phyllypes soule to kepe	M
From the marees deepe	M
Of Acherontes well	N
That is a flode of hell	N
And from the great Pluto	G
The prynce of endles wo	G
And from foule Alecto	G
With vysage blacke and blo	N
And from Medusa that mare	C
That lyke a fende doth stare	C
And from Megeras edders	F
For rufflynge of Phillips fethers	F
And from her fyry sparklynges	F
For burnynge of his wynges	F
And from the smokes sowre	C
Of Proserpinas bowre	C
And from the dennes darke	O
Wher Cerberus doth barke	O
Whom Theseus dyd afraye	P
Whom Hercules dyd outraye	P
As famous poetes say	F
From that hell hounde	G
That lyeth in cheynes bounde	G
With gastly hedes thre	C
To Jupyter pray we	C
That Phyllyp preserved may be	C
Amen say ye with me	C
	-
Do mi nus	F
Helpe nowe swete Jesus	F
Levavi oculos meos in montes	F
Wolde God I had Zenophontes	F
Or Socrates the wyse	F
To shew me their devyse	F
Moderatly to take	E
This sorrow that I make	E
For Phylyp Sparowes sake	E
So fervently I shake	E
I fele my body quake	E
So urgently I am brought	G
Into carefull thought	G
Like Andromach Hectors wyfe	J
Was wery of her lyfe	J
Whan she had lost her joye	P
Noble Hector of Troye	P
In lyke maner also	F
Encreaseth my dedly wo	F
For my sparowe is go	F
	-
It was so prety a fole	N
It wold syt on a stole	N
And lerned after my scole	N
For to kepe his cut	G
With Phyllyp kepe your cut	G
	-
It had a velvet cap	M
And wold syt upon my lap	M
And seke after small wormes	F
And somtyme white bred crommes	F
And many tymes and ofte	G
Betwene my brestes softe	G
It wolde lye and rest	G
It was propre and prest	G
	-
Somtyme he wolde gaspe	C
Whan he sawe a waspe	C
A fly or a gnat	G
He wolde flye at that	G
And prytely he wold pant	G
Whan he saw an ant	G
Lord how he wolde pry	C
After the butterfly	C
Lorde how he wolde hop	C
After the gressop	C
And whan I sayd Phyp Phyp	C
Than he wold lepe and skyp	C
And take me by the lyp	C
Alas it wyll me slo	C
That Phillyp is gone me fro	F

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