On a time

On a time the amorous Silvy

Said to her shepherd: Sweet how do ye?

Kiss me this once and then God be with ye,

My sweetest dear;

Kiss me this once and then God be with ye,

For now the morning draweth near.

With that, her fairest bosom showing,

Opening her lips, rich perfumes blowing,

She said: Now kiss me and be going,

My sweetest dear;

Kiss me this once and then be going,

For now the morning draweth near.

With that the shepherd waked from sleeping,

And spying where the day was peeping,

He said: Now take my soul in keeping,

My sweetest dear;

Kiss me and take my soul in keeping,

Since I must go, now day is near.