GEORGE WITHER

Many a merry meeting

My love and I have had; She was my only sweeting,

She made my heart full glad; The tears stood in her eyes

Like to the morning dew : But now, alas ! she 's left me,

Falero, lero, loo /

Her cheeks were like the cherry,

Her skin was white as snow ; When she was blithe and merry

She angel-like did show; Her waist exceeding small,

The fives did fit her shoe : But now, alas ! she 's left me,

Falero, lero, loo !

In summer time or winter

She had her heart's desire; I still did scorn to stint her

From sugar, sack, or fire; The world went round about,

No cares we ever knew : But now, alas ! she 's left me,

Falero, lero, loo J

To maidens' vows and swearing Henceforth no credit give;

You may give them the hearing, But never them believe ;

They are as false as fair, Unconstant, frail, untrue :

For mine, alas ! hath left me, lero, loo !

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