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Frown, Fortune, frown, For I am much cast down, And tears do melancholy make my face; In sable gown, With sad yew-wreath as crown, I rail at you, Oh, Fortune, most untrue, For that to me, you show not any grace; Oh, la! fa! la! la! My Lady Fortune, hear my sigh, Be kinder to my love and I.
Smile, Fortune, smile, For I am gay awhile, And laughter lurks about these lips again; Now I beguile My days with cheerful wile, For from the throng, Of shepherds gay and strong, My love hath chosen me to be her swain; Oh, la! fa! la! la! My Lady Fortune hear my cry, How happy are my love and I.