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6. When to her lute.

       When to her lute Corinna sings,
       Her voice reuiues the leaden stringes,
       And doth in highest noates appeare
       As any challeng'd eccho cleere,
       But when she doth of mourning speake,
       Eu'n with her sighes the strings do breake.

       And as her lute doth liue or die,
       Led by her passion, so must I,
       For when of pleasure she doth sing,
       My thoughts enioy a sodaine spring,
       But if she doth of sorrow speake,
       Eu'n from my hart the strings doe breake.

Words and music by Thomas Campion


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