• It tears mine heart to hear thy leaving,
    Tis lawful to show't with thine grieving.
    See not I who begs for you,
    but instead go'n 'n see on through.
    Remember not who's been there,
    with the wrathfulness non' shall bare,
    but she who showed thou greatness,
    and left one so soon penniless.
    Twas not I who forced thou to such sorrows,
    but she who left thou hanging in gallows.
    Yet now a fool leaves us both,
    to thou I thought we to be so close.
    Do not harp on mine account,
    when it is she that holds the heart of thou.