Full Lyrics
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.
Her gesture, motion and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles;
Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
And yet I love her till I die.
Had I her fast betwixt mine arms,
Judge you that think such sports were harms,
Were't any harm? No, no, fie, fie!
For I will love her till I die.
Should I remain confinèd there
So long as Phoebus in his sphere,
I to request, she to deny,
Yet would I love her till I die.
Her free behaviour, winning looks,
Will make a lawyer burn his books.
I touched her not, alas, not I,
And yet I'll love her till I die.]3
Cupid is wingèd and doth range
Her country, so my love doth change;
But change she earth or change she sky,
Yet will I love her till I die.
