KING HENRY’S LOVE-SONG3

Ah, my sweet sweeting, My pretty little sweeting, My sweeting I will love wherever I may go! She is so proper and so pure, Full steadfast, stable, and demure, There is none such, you may be sure; There is none such, you may be sure, As my sweet sweeting! Oh! my little sweeting; My sweeting I will love wherever I may go! In all this world, so thinketh me, Is none so pleasant to my ee, That I am glad so oft to see As my sweet sweeting! When I behold my sweeting sweet, Her face, her hands, her minion feet, They seem to me there is none so mete, As my sweet sweeting! Oh! my little sweeting, My sweeting I will love wherever I may go! Above all others praise must I, And love my sweeting till I die, Until I die, till I die! For none I find so womanly As my sweet sweeting! Oh! my little sweeting; My sweeting I will love wherever I may go!