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O Sweetheart, hear you

Your lover’s tale; A man shall have sorrow

When friends him fail.

For he shall know then

Friends be untrue And a little ashes

Their words come to.

But one unto him

Will softly move

And softly woo him

In ways of love.

His hand is under

Her smooth round breast; So he who has sorrow

Shall have rest.