●●gick ends of two unfortunate Faithful Lovers, Frankin and Cordelius, he being slain, she stabbed herself with her own Dagger.  
TO a new Tune, called, Frankin is fled away.  
 

FRankin my Loyal Friend, O hone, O hone,  
In whom my joy doth end O hone, O hone  
Frankin my heart's delight.  
Since last he took his flight,  
Bids now the world goodnight, O hone, O hone,   

Frankin is fled and gone, O hone, O hone,  
And left me here alone O hone, O hone,  
Frankin to fled away,  
The glory of the May,  
Who can but mou'n and say O hone O hone.   

Frankin beloved of all, O hone, O hone,  
Ladies lament his fall, O hone, O hone,  
Come mourn upon his shrine,  
You Lady Muses nine,  
And Matrons-all divine, O hone O hone   

Frankin with comely grace, O hone, O hone,  
Courted with kind embrace, O hone, O hone,  
Lin Mars did bear control,  
And his affection stole,  
To heaven bequeathed his soul, O hone, O hone,   

Frankin did please the Dames; O hone, O hone,  
None could resist his Flames, O hone O hone,  
Virgins lament the day  
that Frankin fled away,  
How can we choose but say, O hone, O hone,   

Frankin why wouldst thou go, O hone, O hone,  
To Battle with thy Foe, O hone, O hone,  
thy solemn obsequies  
With watery drooping eyes,  
A mournful sacrifice, O hone, O hone,   

Frankin which grased that swains, O hone, O hone  
Sported upon the Plains, O hone, O hone,  
With all the Royal train,  
Faithfal he did remain,  
Until my Lord was slain, O hone, O hone,   
 

FRankin why wouldst thou die, O hone, O hone,  
Regarding not my try O hone, O hone,  
Lovesick in every vain  
Oppressed with grief and pain;  
And so I shall remain, O hone, O hone,   

Frankin the pride of men, O hone, O hone,  
None flourished like him then, O hone, O hone,  
till death without remorse  
took Frankin hence by force,  
I must bewal his course, O hone, O hone,   

In the Elysium fields, O hone, O hone,  
Much joy and pleasure yields, O hone, O hone,  
There Frankin Sainted is  
In●●●ing Lovers bliss,  
The earthly mould Ils kiss, O hone, O hone,   

Frankin under this stone, O hone, O hone,  
●is Corpse remain alone, O hone O hone,  
Come drop with me a tear,  
All you that faithful are,  
〈◊〉 zealous thoughts I hear, O hone O hone.   
 

Frankin I come to thee, O hone, O hone,  
To end my misery O hone, O hone,  
The world I plainly find  
A hell unto my mind,  
Thou art so true and kind, O hone, O hone   

I count there is no bless, O hone, O hone,  
But where my true Love is, O hone, O hone,  
Go soul my murnfull hell  
there's Heaven where Frank doth dwell,  
Now must I did farewel, O hone, O hone,   

This Dagger in my hand, O hone, O hone,  
My life shall soon command, O hone, O hone,  
And with this fatal Dart,  
I'll stab my Lovesick Heart,  
Ending a Lover's part, O hone, O hone,   

Thus did she end her life, O hone, O hone,  
Which should have been his wife, O hone, O hone,  
Young men and Virgins all,  
Lament these Lovers fall,  
grazing their Funeral, O hone, O hone,    

Printed for William Gilbertson.