My Fiancee
Come lay your head upon my breast
Good fortune bless your warm caress
Forlorn should I be
without your jocund company
Amongst my peers as we quaff ale and wonder
Only thoughts of you tear's our revelry asunder
You inspire every impulse in me to flow
Only with you, my love, my senses glow
Near almost we never would have met
If not for your unloosen pet
Retrieving same to your eager embrace
I lost my heart then to your pretty face
Blessed be the day at Whitsuntide
When I shall behold you as my bride.
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