Lyk as the swanne towardis her dethe

Lyk as the swanne towardis her dethe
Doeth straine her voyse with dolefull note,
Right so sing I with waste of breth,
I dye ! I dye ! and you regarde yt note.

I shall enforce my faynting breth.
That all that heris this dedlye note
Shall kno that you dothe cause my deth;
I dye ! I dye ! and you regarde yt note.

Your unkyndnes hath sworne my deth,
And chaungid hathe my pleasaunte note
To paynefull sighis that stoppis my breth;
I dye ! I dye ! and you regarde yt note.

Consumythe my lif, faileth my breth;
Your fawte is forger of this note ;
Melting in tearis, a cruell deth;
I dye ! I dye ! and you regarde yt note,

My faith with me after my deth
Byrred shalbe, and to this note
I do bequeth my verye breth
To cry, " I dyede, and you regarde it not."