Woods, rocks and mountains and ye desert places Where nought but bitter cold and hunger dwells, Hear a poor maid's last will, killed with disgraces. Slide softly whilst I sing, you silver fountains. And let your hollow waters like sad bells Ring to my woes, whilst miserable I, Cursing my fortunes, drop a tear and die. Griefs, woes, and groanings, hopes and all such lies I give to broken hearts that daily weep; To all poor maids in love, my lost desiring. Sleep sweetly while I sing my bitter moaning, And last, my hollow lovers that ne'er keep Truth in their hearts; while miserable I1, Cursing my fortunes, drop a tear and die.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author ( 17th century )  [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Robert Johnson (c1583 - 1633), "Woods, rocks and mountains", published 1641-1657. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: John Versmoren
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