Come, Shepherd swains

Come, shepherd swains that won't to hear me sing
Dead is my love, my hope, my joy, my spring
Oh! she that was your summer's Queen, your day's delight
Is gone, and will no more be seen, Oh! cruel spite
Break all your pipes that won't to sound, with pleasure clear
And cast yourselves u[on the ground, to wail my dear
Come shepherd swains, come nymphs, and all around, to help me cry
Dead is my love, and seeing she is so, lo! now I die