Roger Quilter - Sigh No More, Ladies
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea and one on shore;
To one thing constant never
Then sigh not so
But let them go
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny
Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was leavy
Then sigh not so
But let them go
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny
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