Farewell, dear love, since thou wilt needs be gone.
Mine eyes do show my life is almost done.
Nay I will never die
So long as I can spy.
There be many moe
Though that she do go.
There be many moe, I fear not.
Why then let her go, I care not.
Farewell, farewell! since this I find is true.
I will not spend more time in wooing you.
But I will seek elsewhere
If I may find her there.
Shall I bid her go?
What and if I do?
Whall I bid her go, and spare not?
O, no no no no no, I dare not.
What shall I do? My love is now departed.
She is as fair as she is cruel-hearted.
She would not be entreated
With prayers oft repeated.
If she come no more
Shall I die therefore?
If she come no more, what care I?
Faith! let her go, or come, or tarry.
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