“Sigh No More, Ladies”

The stars are like thine eyes, my dear, That sparkle o’er the glass, The night’s less fair than thy bright hair So let reproaches pass; I will avow I love thee now But sorry rogues are men, And I have loved before, my dear, And I shall love again. The bubbles are thy laugh, my dear, That flash up in the wine, I like to think that thee I drink In every draught of mine; I like to hear thy laughter clear So laugh to please me, then,— But I have loved before, my dear, And I shall love again. The sailor-man is free, my dear, And sailor-men abound, While I, my dear, am a buccaneer, So let the glass go round; I carry my trade, be it ship or maid, In spite of gods and men,— As I have loved before, my dear, So I shall love again. Kiss me again for luck, my dear, And I will kiss for love, For I have seen nor maid nor quean Thy beauty’s not above; I love, and yet, I shall forget —And where is your beauty then?— For I have loved before, my dear, And I shall love again.