Farewell, dear love, since thou wilt needs be gone
Mine eyes do show my life is almost gone.
Nay! I will never die so long as I can spy.
There be many more Though that she do go,
There be many more 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?
Shall I bid her go, and spare not?
O, no, no, no, no, no, I dare not.
Once more farewell, I see loath to depart
Bids oft adieu to her that holds my heart.
But seeing I must lose thy love, which I did choose,
Go thy way for me since that may not be.
Go, thy way for me. But whither?
Go, oh! but where I may come thither.
What shall I do? My love is now departed.
She is as fair as she is cruel-hearted.
But seeing I must lose thy love 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.