Old Funeral - Alone Walking lyrics

Alone walking, in thought plaining And sore sighing, all desolate Me remembring, of my living My d**h wishing, both early and late Infortunate, is so my fate That vote ye what? Out of measure My life I hate, thus desperate In soche pore eslate though I endure Of other cure am I not sure Thus to endure is hard, certain Such is my cure I you ensure: What creature may have more pain? My truth so plain is taken in vain And great disdain in remembrence; Yet i full faine would me complain Me to abstaine from this penence; But in substaunce none Allegiance Of my grevaunce can I not find: Right so my chance with Displesance Doeth me avance and thus an ende