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XI.

Happy, who, thy tender barnes From the armes Of their wailing mothers tearing, 'Gainst the walls shall dash their bones, Ruthlesse stones 65 With their braines and blood besmearing.

[Psalme 137. _1633-69_, _A25_, _C_, _RP61_ in Certaine selected Psalmes of David (in Verse) differint from Those usually sung in the Church Composed by Francis Davison esq^r. deceased and other Gentlemen. Manuscribd by R. Crane. Addl._ _MS. 27407_, _Harl. MSS. 3357 and 6930_]

[4 with our cryes] with mournful cries _Crane_]

[6 his] the _Crane_]

[16 all forlorne] soe forlorne _Crane_]

[22-3

To your Harpes sing us some layes To the praise _Crane_ ]

[24 merry.] merry, _1633-39_]

[25-6 moanes ... groanes] _interchanged_ _Crane_]

[31-2

if I faile To bewayle _Crane_ ]

[42 renewed.] renewed _1633_]

[43 curse] plague _Crane_]

[45 ruines] Ruine _Crane_

revell'd. _Ed_: revell'd, _1633-39_]

[52-3 shall ... shall] shalt ... shalt _Crane_]

[59-60

What by thee Wee (poore wee) have _&c._ _Crane_ ]