Lisa L�n Full many a time I came to woo, Oft, Lisa came a courting you; I kissed your lips when we did meet, No honey every was so sweet.
My dainty branch, my only dear, No woman comes your beauty near; 'Tis you who with my passion play, 'Tis you who steals my life away.
When'er at eve I walk apart, Like wax will melt my lovesick heart; And but to hear the small birds sing, The longing to my soul will bring.
Ah, will you come to bid good-bye, When in the earth my form must lie? I hope you too will there be found, When men shall lay me in the ground. |