@migu music@

come ye heavy states of night,

do my father's spirit right,

soundings baleful let me borrow,

burthening my song with sorrow,

come sorrow come her eyes that sings,

by thee are turned into springs.

come sorrow come her eyes that sings,

by thee are turnes into springs.

come you virgins of the night,

that in dirges sad delight,

choir by anthems, i do borrow

gold nor pearl, but sounds of sorrow:

come sorrow come her eyes that sings,

by thee are turnes into springs.

come sorrow come her eyes that sings,

by thee are turnes into springs.