14 Ayres in tabletorie to the lute

Wandring in this place as in a wilderness,
No comfort have I nor yet assurance,
Desolate of joy, repleat with sadnesse:
Wherefore I may say, O deus, deus,
Non est doler, sicut dolor meus.

Everie bush new springing:
Everie bird now singing,
Merily sare poore Nico
Chanting tro li lo, lo li, lo li lo
Til her he had espide,
On whom his hope relide,
Down a down a down,
Down with a frown
Oh she puld him down.

Down in a valley,
Shady vales are pleasant ports,
For merry lads meet resorts.
Such was our hap to catch a swain
(Oh) happy the valley,
with flowrs to spangle Floraes traine,
nor did we dalley,
his flowrs we tooke all dyde in graine[forthrightly]
(Oh) dyde was the valley,
shady vales are pleasant ports
for mery lads meet resorts.
Of them we made a garland green
(Oh) green was the valley
to crown faire Lelia shepheards queen,
faire as a Lilly,
she sitting in a shade unseene.
(Oh) shadie the valley,
shady vales are pleasant ports
for mery lads meet resorts.