Come, shepherds, sing with me Thrice happy might we be If we should never see Love and his misery. Love, now we hate thy lore, More than we loved before. From hence we all have swore To love false love no more.
Come, shepherds, sing with me Thrice happy might we be If we should never see Love and his misery. Love, now we hate thy lore, More than we loved before. From hence we all have swore To love false love no more.