Full Lyrics
Four arms, two necks, one wreathing,
Two pair of lips, one breathing.
Fa la la.
Two hearts that multiply
Sighs interchangeably.
Fa la la.
The thought of this confounds me,
And as I speak it wounds me.
Fa la la.
It cannot be express'd,
Good help me while I rest.
Fa la la.
Bad stomachs have their loathing,
And O this all is nothing.
Fa la la.
This so with griefs doth prove,
Report oft turns in love.
Fa la la.
