(1669). The country-mans lamentation for the death of his cow: A country swain of little wit one day, did kill his cow because she went astray: what's that to I or you, she was his own, but now the ass for his cow doth moan: most pineously methink he cries in vain, for now his cow,s [sic] free from hunger, and pain: what ails the fool to make so great a stir, she cannot come to him, he may to her. To a pleasant country tune, called, Colly my cow. publisher not identified.
Chicago Style (17th ed.) CitationThe Country-mans Lamentation for the Death of His Cow: A Country Swain of Little Wit One Day, Did Kill His Cow Because She Went Astray: What's That to I or You, She Was His Own, but Now the Ass for His Cow Doth Moan: Most Pineously Methink He Cries in Vain, for Now His Cow,s [sic] Free from Hunger, and Pain: What Ails the Fool to Make so Great a Stir, She Cannot Come to Him, He May to Her. To a Pleasant Country Tune, Called, Colly My Cow. [London: publisher not identified, 1669.
MLA (9th ed.) CitationThe Country-mans Lamentation for the Death of His Cow: A Country Swain of Little Wit One Day, Did Kill His Cow Because She Went Astray: What's That to I or You, She Was His Own, but Now the Ass for His Cow Doth Moan: Most Pineously Methink He Cries in Vain, for Now His Cow,s [sic] Free from Hunger, and Pain: What Ails the Fool to Make so Great a Stir, She Cannot Come to Him, He May to Her. To a Pleasant Country Tune, Called, Colly My Cow. publisher not identified, 1669.