The Complaint of a Sinner.  
To the tune of the bonny broom.  
 

CHrist is my love he loved me.  
when I was wretch forlorn  
True God from all eternity,  
true man of Virgiu borne:  
He pierced the Heaveno, be came to earth,  
for me his blood to spill:  
Yet through my sins I have him lost,  
woe worth my froward will:  

The bonny Broome, the well favoured Broom  
the broom blooms fair on hill:  
Him have I lost that loved me best,  
my love against his will.    

My crooked ways, my words profane,  
My thoughts to evil inclinue,  
Hath made this Love to lightly me,  
and show himself unkind  
Thus do I spend my days in care,  
my nights in mourning still:  
For losing him that loved me best,  
〈…〉 ite my froward will.  

〈…〉 〈…〉 ome, etc.    

Sweet Christ my love, I must confess,  
the cause of all my pain.  
Hath been my own bistoy all heart,  
that would not true remain:  
But sought for pleasure here below,  
that soul and body kill:  
And broke my promise made to thee,  
alas my froward will.  

The bonny broom, etc.    

Long have I dwelled in Kedars tents,  
and long in Meshech bidden:  
And from thy presence full of joy,  
my feet have long time slidden,  
Yet on my barren heart O Lord,  
some drops of grace distil:  
That I may find thy love again,  
and change my froward will.  

The bonny broom, etc.    

Oh, let me sorrow for my sin,  
and hate my ruthful race,  
Oh let my silly soul 〈◊〉,  
the favour o● thy face:  
Till thou forget thine unkindness,  
and I my mourning still,  
And with a free reformed heart,  
renounce my froward will.  

The bonny broom, etc.    

〈…〉 t piece of money lost,  
〈…〉 t child forlorn:  
〈…〉 ●●ndring sheep O Lord,  
〈…〉 ●o be torn.  
〈…〉 Lord and find me out,  
〈…〉 fold until,  
〈…〉 ●ngels may rejoice,  
〈…〉 will  

〈…〉 ●●●●me, etc.    

〈…〉 th' the bloody streams,  
〈…〉 'ounds so wide  
〈…〉 y dar●●ng dear,  
〈…〉 me guide  
〈…〉 Broome,  
〈…〉 ill,  
〈…〉 for aye,  
〈…〉 will.  

〈…〉 well favoured Broom  
〈…〉 fair on hill,  
〈…〉 ●ife amend,  
〈…〉 thy will.