Lovers
I can love her full and fine,
her, who like a lovely vine.
She is full of custom care,
I think of her to love and dare.
She is close with friends and dears,
she may break and fall in tears.
Oh! You tell me but how to love,
For love is not a game of Dove.
She may not dare, she may not come,
world is the foe for her become.
O! You virgin get some hard,
let us not in the last depart.
If this be your promise full,
Then ,my heart ! I love you soon
I can love her full and fine,
her, who like a lovely vine.
She is full of custom care,
I think of her to love and dare.
She is close with friends and dears,
she may break and fall in tears.
Oh! You tell me but how to love,
For love is not a game of Dove.
She may not dare, she may not come,
world is the foe for her become.
O! You virgin get some hard,
let us not in the last depart.
If this be your promise full,
Then ,my heart ! I love you soon
