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O My Poor Eyes (Jones 1600 xiii Tk3
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I feel that this is one of Robert Jones' worst songs. Thus I, as the Robert Jones biographer, may be the only one to record and post this song; as it is part of my study.
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Anon / Robert Jones
Patrick T. Connolly
Robert Jones 'The First Booke of Ayres, 1600
Wed Dec 12, 2012
Acoustic : Acoustic Folk
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» highest in charts:   # 155   (150,504 songs currently listed in Acoustic)
» highest in sub-genre:   # 11   (19,721 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Acoustic Folk)
» today's position in sub-genre: # 27 in Acoustic Folk
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Jones was a competent composer and the music here may not be bad but I find the lyric not so nice and because of that I feel that this is one of Robert
This is my newest song and it may be the only song that I started recording in 2011 and 2012. However I still have a backlog of old recordings.

Jones' worst songs. Robert Jones published over 100 songs and madrigals. Where the full works of his friend John Dowland have been recorded and put out on CD, songs like this one ('O my poor eyes') prevent the full works of Jones being attempted. Thus I, as the Robert Jones biographer, may be the only one to record and post this song; as it is part of my study.
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XIII. O my poor eyes

O my poor eyes, the sun whose shine
Late gave you light doth now decline,
And, set to you, to others riseth.
She who would sooner die than change,
Not fearing death delights to range,
A now, O now, O now my soul despiseth.

Yet, O my heart, thy state is blest
To find our rest in thy unrest,
Since thou her slave no more remainest.
For she that bound thee sets thee free(- see Jones #2 in this 1st booke)
Then when she first forsaketh thee.
Such, O such, O such right by wrong thou gainest.

Eyes, gaze no more! heart learn to hate!
Experience tells you all too late
Fond woman's love with faith still warreth,
While true desert speaks, writes and gives,
Some groom the bargain nearer drives,
And he, O he, O he, the market marreth.