• 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 guesture, 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.

    Her free behavior, winning looks,
    Will make a lawyer burn his books.
    I touched her not, alas, not i.
    And yet i love her till i die.

    I had her fast between my arms,
    Judge you think that such sports were harms,
    Weren't any harm, no, no!
    I to request and she to deny,
    And yet would i love her till i die.