There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never a face so pleased my mind; 
I did but see her passing by,
And yet, I'll love her till I die. 

Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, 
Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles, 
Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
And yet, I'll love her till I die. 

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