Farewell all my welfare

Farewell all my welfare,
My shoe is trode awry,
Now may I carke and care
To sing lullay by by.
Alas what shall I do thereto,
There is no shyffte to helpe me now.

Who made hytt suche offence
To love for love agayne ;
God wot that my pretence
Was but to ease hys payn ;
For I had Ruthe to see hys wo
Alas more fole why did I so?

Ffor he frome me ys gone,
And makes there at a game,
And hathe leffte me alone
To suffer sorow and shame.
Alas he ys unkynd dowbtles
To leva me thus all comfortles.

Hytt is a grevous smart
To suffer payne and sorowe.
But most grevyd my hart
- He leyde his faith to borow ;
And falshode hathe hys fayth and trowthe.
And he forsworn by many an othe.

All ye lovers perde,
Hath cawse to blame his dede,
Whyche shall example be
To lett yow of yowre spede ;
Let never woman agayn
Trust to such wordes as men can sayn.

For I unto my cost
Am warnyng to yow all,
That they whom you trust most
Sonest dysceyve you shall ;
But complaynte cannot redresse
Of my great greffe the great excesse.