Many a merry meeting My love and I have had: She was my onely sweeting; She made my heart full glad: The teares stood in her eyes, Like to the morning-dew; But, now, alasse! sh’as left me, _Falero, lero, loo_. And as abroad we walked, As lovers’ fashion is, Oft, as we sweetly talked, The sun would steale a kisse; The winde upon her lips Likewise most sweetly blew; But, now, alasse! sh’as left me, _Falero, lero, loo_. Her cheekes were like the cherrie, Her skin as white as snow; When she was blyth and merrie, She angel-like did show; Her wast exceeding small, The fives did fit her shoo; But, now, alasse! sh’as left me, _Falero, lero, loo_. In summer-time or winter She had her heart’s desire; I stil did scorne to stint her From sugar, sacke, or fire: The world went round about; No cares we ever knew; But, now, alasse! sh’as left me, _Falero, lero, loo_. [Illustration] As we walked home together, At midnight, through the towne, To keepe away the weather, O’re her I’d cast my gowne; No colde my love should feele, Whate’er the heavens could doe; But, now, alasse! sh’as left me, _Falero, lero, loo_. [Illustration] Like doves we would be billing, And clip and kisse so fast, Yet she would be unwilling That I should kisse the last: They’re Judas kisses now, Since that they prov’d untrue; For, now, alasse! sh’as left me, _Falero, lero, loo_. [Illustration] To maidens’ vowes and swearing Henceforth no credit give; You may give them the hearing, But never them beleeve: They are as false as faire, Unconstant, fraile, untrue; For mine, alasse! hath left me, _Falero, lero, loo_. ’Twas I that paid for all things, ’Twas others dranke the wine; I cannot now recall things, Live but a foole to pine: ’Twas I that beat the bush, The bird to others flew; For she, alasse! hath left me, _Falero, lero, loo_. If ever that Dame Nature, For this false lover’s sake, Another pleasing creature Like unto her would make, Let her remember this, To make the other true; For this, alasse! hath left me, _Falero, lero, loo_. No riches, now, can raise me, No want make me despaire, No miserie amaze me, Nor yet for want I care: [Illustration] I have lost a world it selfe. My earthly heaven, adue! Since she, alasse! hath left me, _Falero, lero, loo_. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration: “Why canst Thou not as Others do”] “_WHY CANST THOU NOT, AS OTHERS DO?_”