For money or love
Fare thee ill my lovely
Fair though thou art and lively
Far from home dost thou now live
For my love not a toss dost thou give
Fired with desire abroad to rove
First thought in thy heart a rich treasure trove
Thirst for a passion fitting like a glove
Fond art thou so of mean lucre love
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