[...] [...]gick ends of two unfortunate Faithfull Lovers, Frankin and Cordelius, he being slain, she stab'd herself with her own Dagger.
TO a new
Tune, called,
Frankin is fled away.
FRankin my Loyal Friend,
O hone, O hone,
In whom my joy doth end
O hone, O hone
Frankin my hearts delight.
Since last he took his flight,
Bids now the world goodnight,
O hone, O hone,
Frankin is fled and gone,
O hone, O hone,
And left me here alone
O hone, O hone,
Frankin to fled away,
The glory of the
May,
Who can but mou'n and say
O hone O hone.
Frankin belov'd of all,
O hone, O hone,
Ladies lament his fall,
O hone, O hone,
Come mourn upon his shrine,
You Lady Muses nine,
And Matrons-all divine,
O hone O hone
Frankin with comely grace,
O hone, O hone,
Courted with kind imbrace,
O hone, O hone,
Lin
Mars did bear controle,
And his affection stole,
To heaven bequeath'd his soul,
O hone, O hone,
Frankin did please the Dames;
O hone, O hone,
None could resist his Flames,
O hone O hone,
Virgins lament the day
that
Frankin fled away,
How can we chuse but say,
O hone, O hone,
Frankin why wouldst thou go,
O hone, O hone,
To Battel with thy Foe,
O hone, O hone,
thy solemn obsequies
With watry drooping eyes,
A mournfull sacrifice,
O hone, O hone,
Frankin which gras'd y
t swains,
O hone, O hone
Sported upon the Plains,
O hone, O hone,
With all the Royal train,
Faithfal he did remain,
Vntil my Lord was slain,
O hone, O hone,
FRankin why wouldst thou die,
O hone, O hone,
Regarding not my try
O hone, O hone,
Love-sick in every vain
Opprest with grief and pain;
And so I shall remain,
O hone, O hone,
Frankin the pride of men,
O hone, O hone,
None flourisht like him then,
O hone, O hone,
till death without remorse
took
Frankin hence by force,
I must bewall his course,
O hone, O hone,
In the
Elizium fields,
O hone, O hone,
Much joy and pleasure yields,
O hone, O hone,
There
Frankin Sainted is
In
[...]ing Lovers blisse,
The earthly mold Ils kisse,
O hone, O hone,
Frankin under this stone,
O hone, O hone,
[...]is Corps remain alone,
O hone O hone,
Come drop with me a tear,
All you that faithfull are,
[...] zealous thoughts I hear,
O hone O hone.
Frankin I come to thée,
O hone, O hone,
To end my misery
O hone, O hone,
The world I plainly find
A hell unto my mind,
Thou art so true and kind,
O hone, O hone
I count there is no bless,
O hone, O hone,
But where my true Love is,
O hone, O hone,
Go soul my murnfull hell
there's Heaven where
Frank doth dwell,
Now must I did farewel,
O hone, O hone,
This Dagger in my hand,
O hone, O hone,
My life shall soon command,
O hone, O hone,
And with this fatal Dart,
Ile stab my Love-sick Heart,
Ending a Lovers part,
O hone, O hone,
Thus did she end her life,
O hone, O hone,
Which should have béen his wife,
O hone, O hone,
Young men and Virgins all,
Lament these Lovers fall,
Grasing their Funeral,
O hone, O hone,
Printed for William Gilbertson.