English 362 O Happy Dames Lyrics

O Happy Dames Lyrics

O Happy dames, that may embrace

The frute of your delight,

Help to
bewaile the wofull case,

And eke the heauy plight

Of me, that
wonted to reioyce [5]

The fortune of my pleasant choyce:

Good
Ladies, help to fill my moorning voyce.



In ship, freight with
rememberance

Of thoughts, and pleasures past,

sailes that hath in
gouernance [10]

My life, while it wil last:

With scalding sighes,
for lack of gale,

Furdering his hope, that is his sail

Toward me,
the swete port of his auail.



Alas, how oft in dreames I se [15]

Those eyes, that were my food,

Which somtime so delited me,

That
yet they do me good.

Wherwith I wake with his returne,

Whose absent
flame did make me burne. [20]

But when I find the lacke, Lord how I
mourne?



When other louers in armes acrosse,

Reioyce their
chiefe delight:

Drowned in teares to mourne my losse,

I stand the
bitter night, [25]

In my window, where I may see,

Before the windes
how the cloudes flee.

Lo, what a mariner loue hath made me.



And in grene waues when the salt flood

Doth rise, by rage of winde:
[30]

A thousand fansies in that mood

Assayle my restlesse mind.

Alas, now drencheth my swete fo,

That with the spoyle of my hart did
go,

And left me but (alas) why did he so? [35]



And when the
seas waxe calme againe,

To chase fro me annoye.

My doutfull hope
doth cause me plaine:

So dreade cuts of my ioye.

Thus is my wealth
mingled with wo, [40]

And of ech thought a dout doth growe,

Now he
comes, will he come? alas, no no