Sometime I sigh, sometime I sing
Sometime I laugh, sometime mourning
As one in doubt this is my saying:
Have I displeased you in anything?
Alack, what aileth you to be grieved?
Right sorry am I that ye be moved
I am your own if truth be proved
And by your displeasure as one mischieved
When ye be merry, then am I glad
When ye be sorry, then am I sad
Such grace or fortune I would I had
You for to please however I werе bestad
When ye bе merry why should I care?
Ye are my joy and my welfare
I will you love, I will not spare
Into your presence as far as I dare
All my poor heart and my love true
While life doth last I give it you;
And you to serve with service due
And never to change you for no new