Love
How happy I was,
Before yon fair maiden came unto me!
Her hair, the color of night,
Her face, as a pale moon on Winter's night!
How happy was I,
Before unto me yon fair maiden came!
For mine heart hath been stolen by she!
How beautiful and how upright she hath been!
How happy was I,
Before yon maiden fair shewed herself unto mine eyes!
But alas, mine heart shall be gone forever!
Fate hath torn us apart,
Never to look on the countenance of one another again.
Good bye my sweet!
