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 gestures, motions and her smile
Her wit, her voice, my heart beguile
Beguile my heart, I know not why
And yet I love her till I die

Cupid is winged, and doth range
Her country, so my love doth change
But change the earth, or change the sky
Yet will I love her till I die

Cupid is winged, and doth range
Her country, so my love doth change
But change the earth, or change the sky
Yet will I love her till I die