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 gesture , her motion and her smiles ,
Her wit , her voice , my heart beguiles
Beguiles 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 i love her till i die.
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