Charles Hubert Hastings Parry - And yet I love her till I die - текст песни (слова)

There is a lady sweet and kind,
 Was never face so pleased my mind;
 I did but see her passing by,
 And yet I love her till I die.
  
 Her gesture, motion and her smiles,1
 Her wit, her voice, my heart beguile;2
 Beguile my heart, I know not why,
 And yet I love her till I die.
  
 Had I her fast betwixt mine arms,
 Judge you that think such sports were harms,
 Were't any harm? No, no, fie, fie!
 For I will love her till I die.
 
  [Should I remain confinèd there
 
So long as Phoebus in his sphere,
 
I to request, she to deny,
 
Yet would I love her till I die.
 
 
  Her free behavior, winning looks,
 
Will make a lawyer burn his books.
 
I touched her not alas not I,
 
And yet I'll love her till I die.]3
 
 
 Cupid is winged and doth range
 Her country so my love doth change;
 But change she earth or change she sky,
 Yet will I love her till I die.
 
 
 1 Original is "smiles"
 2 Original is "beguiles"
 3 Not set by Parry.