Poem by Henry VIII, King of England

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O my hart and O my hart!
My hart it is so sore,
Sens I must nedys from my love depart
And know no cunse wherefore. 

1. Wherto Shuld I Expresse
2. Departure Is My Chef Payne
3. Lusty Youth Should Us Ensue
4. Green Groweth the Holly
5. Pastime with Good Company

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