Roger Quilter - The Faithless Shepherdess

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While that the sun with his beams hot
Scorchèd the fruits in vale and mountain
Philon, the shepherd, late forgot
Sitting beside a crystal fountain
In shadow of a green oak tree
Upon his pipe this song play'd he:
Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love

So long as I was in your sight
I was your heart, your soul, your treasure;
And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd
Burning in flames beyond all measure:
-- Three days endured your love to me
And it was lost in other three!
Adiеu, Love, adieu, Love, untruе Love
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love

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