Where dost thou go o’ fair one?
I go to see the setting sun.
Would thou care if I did follow?
Dost though wish my innocence before the morrow?
Dost though question my intent?
Many maidens’ hearts have you spent.
Lies surround me like a swarm.
Yet for me your bed is warm?
Do not tarry with my heart.
Then from me you must depart.
Your beauty will disturb my dreams.
To many others you say it seems.
Why dost thou tear me down?
You know not love, man about town.