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!
George Wither
