  I lov'd 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 lov'd 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, oh—she'd kiss me too: But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo. Many a merry meeting My love and I have had; She was my only sweeting, She made my heart full glad; Like to the morning dew: But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo. Her cheeks were like the cherry, Her skin as white as snow; When she was blythe 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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