I LOVED A LASS

by: George Wither (1588-1667)

      LOVED a lass, a fair one,
      As fair as e'er was seen;
      She was indeed a rare one,
      Another Sheba Queen:
      But, fool as then I was,
      I thought she loved me too:
      But now, alas! she's left me,
      Falero, lero, loo!
       
      Her hair like gold did glister,
      Each eye was like a star,
      She did surpass her sister,
      Which pass'd all others far;
      She would me 'honey' call,
      She'd--O she'd kiss me too!
      But now, alas! she's left me,
      Falero, lero, loo!
       
      In summer time to Medley
      My love and I would go;
      The boatmen there stood read'ly
      My love and me to row.
      For cream there would we call,
      For cakes and for prunes too;
      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!
       
      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,
      Falero, lero, loo!

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