Here is to your health, my lovely girl! Good night and joy be with you! I will come no more to your bower-door To tell you that I love you. O, do not think, my pretty pink, But I can live without you: I vow and swear I do not care How long you look about you!
But far off fowls have feather's fair, And, always until you try them, Though they seem fair, still have a care - They may prove as bad as I am! But at twelve at night, when the moon shines bright, My dear, I will come and see you, For the man that loves his mistress well, No travel makes him weary.