Luyện nghe bài hát Alone Walkyng

[Written by Richard anno 1572]

walkyng, in thought planing,
and sighing, all desolate.
me remembryng, of my livyng,
my wishyng,
bothe and late.

infortunate, is so my fate,
that vote ye out of measure.

my life I hate, thus
in soche eslate doe I endure.

of cure am I not sure
to endure is hard certain.

such is my ure I you
creature
maie more pain?

my truthe so plain is in vain,
and grete in remembraunce;

yet I full
would me
meto abstaine from this

but in none allegeaunce
of my can I not finde:

right so my with

doeth me
and an ende.