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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 263 |
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THOMAS JDUFFET (Circa 1676)
COME ALL YOU PALE LOVERS
C
OME all you pale lovers that sigh and complain, While your beautiful tyrants but laugh at your pain, Come practice with me To be happy and free, In spite of inconstancy, pride, or disdain. I see and I love, and the bliss I enjoy No rival can lessen nor envy destroy.
My mistress so fair is, no language or art Can describe her perfection in every part;
Her mien's so genteel,
With such ease she can kill, Each look with new passion she captures my heart.
Her smiles, the kind message of love from her eyes, When she frowns 'tis from others her flame to disguise.
Thus her scorn or her spite
I convert to delight, As the bee gathers honey wherever he flies.
My vows she receives from her lover unknown, And I fancy kind answers although I have none. |
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