I 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!