What doth my pretty darling? What doth my song and chanting that they sing not of her the praise and vaunting? To her I give my violets, and garlands sweetly smelling, for to crown her sweet locks, pure gold excelling.
What doth my pretty darling? What doth my song and chanting that they sing not of her the praise and vaunting? To her I give my violets, and garlands sweetly smelling, for to crown her sweet locks, pure gold excelling.