Whither runeth my sweethart
J. Bartlet
Whither runeth my sweethart
Stay and take me with thee,
Merily ile play ma part,
Stay and thou shalt see me,
O have I ketcht thee, hay ding a ding a ding
This ketching is a prety thing.
Tarrie are you gone againe
What no longer liking,
I will ketch thee once-againe,
Stay while I am rising,
Do you tarry then prety little one I thought
I should please thee ere we did part.