4
By Cupid’s dart I feel the smart,
and grief has me surrounded.
I sigh and moan since he is gone,
who was my chiefest fancy,
The other day he sail'd away,
and parted from his Nancy.
May wot attend my cruel friends,
that caus’d his transportation
For him I pine lament and whine,
in woefu' desperation.
Through frightful dreams I often scream,
and start out of my slumber,
Then in amaze around I gaze,
and of my dear I ponder.
I cannot blame my darling swain,
though from me he is parted,
His absence makes me live in pain,
I’m always brokenhearted.
My parents they sent him away,
to face his foes so cruel
All for to part from me my heart,
my dear and only jewel.
My love is tall, comely withal
and rarely put together,
His person meek, his breath as sweet,
as due in summer weather.
