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,
erly and late.

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

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

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

such is my ure I you
what
maie more pain?

my truthe so is take in vain,
and disdain in remembraunce;

yet I full
me complaine
meto abstaine from penaunce:

but in none allegeaunce
of my can I not finde:

so my chaunce with

doeth me
and an ende.