Henry VIII, King of England ( Генрих VIII, король Англии)

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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. Though that Men do Call it Dotage
3. The Time of Youth is to be Spent
4. Pastime with Good Company
5. Though Some Saith That Youth Ruleth Me

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