The New Broome

Poore Coridon, did sometime sit
hard by the Broome alone:
And secretly complain'd to it,
against his only one.
He bids the Broome that bloomes him by
beare witnesse to his wrong,
And thinking that none else was nie,
he thus began his Song:
The bonny Broome, the well favour'd Broom,
the Broome bloomes faire on hill,
What ail'd my Love to lightly mee,
and I working her will?

If Syrinx for despising Pan
the Shepheards god, was changed,
Into a Réede, may I not then,
hope well to be reuenged
On Galatea? whose disdaine
for sorrow doth consume
Poore Coridon, who still complaines,
and mournes among the Broome,
The bonny Broome, &c.

If proud Apollo fell in love
with that Penean dame,
And left his blest abode aboue,
to féede his fleshly flame,
For pride syne turned in a Trée,
that Death should bée her Doome:
Shall shée not sometime sigh for mee,
and mourne amongst the Broome?
The bonny Broome, &c.

For shée hath séene my sighes and teares,
and knowes my kinde intent:
Yet scornes for to regard my cares,
and laughes when I lament.
Yet though a looke would send reliefe,
to ease my grieued grone:

First would shée then to ende my griefe,
bée buried in the Broome,
The bonny Broome, &c.

Oh, would she leaue her coy disdaines,
which makes me dwine and die.
And pitty him who still complaines,
that she so coye should bée.
Poore Coridon would out of doubt,
his wonted ioyes resume:
And sing her praises round about
the borders of the Broome.
The bonny Broome, &c.

But since she still continues coye,
and carelesse of my care:
I will awake the blinded Boy,
my sute for to declare:
That he ouer whom my Mistresse proud
so proudly doth presume:
And make her sigh and sing aloud,
sad songs about the Broome:
The bonny Broome, &c.

Else proud Apollo I thée pray,
to turne her in a Trée:
Pan throw thy pleasant Pipe away,
Make her thy Réede to hée,
In trée or Réede when shée is changed.
let none of these beare bloome:
So will I holde mée well reuenged,
and blithly sing the Broome
Beare witnesse Broome, thou dainty Broom
that bloomes on hill and dale:
Since Galetea lightlies mée,
I take my long Farewell.