Dainty fine sweet Nymph
T. Morley
Dainty fine sweet Nymph delightful,
While the Sun aloft is mounting,
Sit we here our loves recounting,
Fa la la la...
With sugred gloses
Among these Roses,
Fa la la la...
Why alas are you so spiteful,
Dainty Nymph, but, oh, too cruel,
Wilt thou kill thy dearest jewel?
Fa la la la...
Kill then and bliss me,
But first come kiss me,
Fa la la la...