My sweetheart’s like Venus, she’s lovely and light, She’s fairer than blackthorn, she’s slim and she’s white, There’s no one is like her, from far or from near, It’s truth I am telling for all men to hear.
Her form has the splendour of straightgrowing trees; Her hair like the corn that is stirr’d in the breeze, Her eyebrows like gossamer that hangs by the door; If only she’d love me I’d ask nothing more.
My sweetheart she loves like a shower of rain, Now clouded, now weeping, now smiling again, But she who loves many is left without one, A faithful, true lover has one love alone.
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My sweetheart’s like Venus, she’s lovely and light,
She’s fairer than blackthorn, she’s slim and she’s white,
There’s no one is like her, from far or from near,
It’s truth I am telling for all men to hear.
Her form has the splendour of straightgrowing trees;
Her hair like the corn that is stirr’d in the breeze,
Her eyebrows like gossamer that hangs by the door;
If only she’d love me I’d ask nothing more.
My sweetheart she loves like a shower of rain,
Now clouded, now weeping, now smiling again,
But she who loves many is left without one,
A faithful, true lover has one love alone.
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