Full Lyrics
Alas, alas! where is my love, where is my sweeting,
That hath stolen away my heart? God send us meeting!
That, renewing my lament with friendly greeting,
She may release my smart, and all my weeping:
But if my sight she fly
Till, heart broke, I die,
My grievèd ghost with shrieks and dreadful crying,
Always about her flying,
Shall murmur out complaining,
To be reveng’d of all her deep disdaining.
