Weep no more, thou sorry Boy - Tekst

Tekst

Weep no more thou sorry Boy,
Love's pleased and angered with a Toy,
Love a thousand passions brings,
Laughs, and weeps, and sighs, and sings.
If she smiles, He dancing goes,
Not thinking on his future woes,
If she chide, she chides with angry eye,
Sits down and sighs, Ay me, I die.3