I LOVED a lass, a fair one,   As fair as e'er was seen; She was indeed a rare one,   Another Sheba Queen: But, fool as then I was,   I thought she loved me too: But now, alas! she 's left me,   Falero, lero, loo!

Her hair like gold did glister,   Each eye was like a star, She did surpass her sister,   Which pass'd all others far; She would me honey call,   She'd—O she'd kiss me too! But now, alas! she 's left me,   Falero, lero, loo!

Many a merry meeting   My love and I have had; She was my only sweeting,   She made my heart full glad; The tears stood in her eyes   Like to the morning dew: But now, alas! she 's left me,   Falero, lero, loo!

Her cheeks were like the cherry,   Her skin was white as snow; When she was blithe and merry   She angel-like did show; Her waist exceeding small,   The fives did fit her shoe: But now, alas! she 's left me,   Falero, lero, loo!

In summer time or winter   She had her heart's desire; I still did scorn to stint her   From sugar, sack, or fire; The world went round about,   No cares we ever knew: But now, alas! she 's left me,   Falero, lero, loo!

To maidens' vows and swearing   Henceforth no credit give; You may give them the hearing,   But never them believe; They are as false as fair,   Unconstant, frail, untrue: For mine, alas! hath left me,   Falero, lero, loo!