My mistress sings no other song

My mistress sings no other song

But still complains I did her wrong.

Believe her not; it was not so,

I did but kiss her and let her go.

And now she swears I did but what?

Nay, nay, I must not tell you that.

And yet I will, it is so sweet

As 'te-he, ta-ha' when lovers meet.

But woman's words they are heedless,

To tell you more it is needless.

I ran and caught her by the arm,

And then I kissed her; this was no harm.

But she, alas, is angry still,

Which showeth but a woman's will.

She bites the lip and cries 'fie, fie.'

And kissing sweetly, away she doth fly.

Yet sure her looks betray content,

And cunningly her brawls are meant,

As lovers use to play and sport

When time and leisure is too short. My mistress sings no other song

But still complains I did her wrong.

Believe her not; it was not so,

I did but kiss her and let her go.

And now she swears I did but what?

Nay, nay, I must not tell you that.

And yet I will, it is so sweet

As 'te-he, ta-ha' when lovers meet.

But woman's words they are heedless,

To tell you more it is needless.

I ran and caught her by the arm,

And then I kissed her; this was no harm.

But she, alas, is angry still,

Which showeth but a woman's will.

She bites the lip and cries 'fie, fie.'

And kissing sweetly, away she doth fly.

Yet sure her looks betray content,

And cunningly her brawls are meant,

As lovers use to play and sport

When time and leisure is too short.