A time there was,
I pat and kissed you on the nose.
And waft the day and count no loss,
And said goodnight mine sweet.
A time there was,
I met again with you in morn'
And sighed how swift the night had gone
And said goodmorn' mine sweet.
Was there a time,
We stood across a crowded place,
And hardly saw each others face
Nor say hallo, goodbye mine sweet?
If love no longer swing up first,
And I delight no more your wit,
Soft your heart to be my friend,
And soft again I be thine sweet.
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