Ah, my sweet sweeting,
My pretty little sweeting,
My sweeting I will love wherever I may go!
She is so proper and so pure,
Full steadfast, stable, and demure,
There is none such, you may be sure;
There is none such, you may be sure,
As my sweet sweeting!
Oh! my little sweeting;
My sweeting I will love wherever I may go!
In all this world, so thinketh me,
Is none so pleasant to my ee,
That I am glad so oft to see
As my sweet sweeting!
When I behold my sweeting sweet,
Her face, her hands, her minion feet,
They seem to me there is none so mete,
As my sweet sweeting!
Oh! my little sweeting,
My sweeting I will love wherever I may go!
Above all others praise must I,
And love my sweeting till I die,
Until I die, till I die!
For none I find so womanly
As my sweet sweeting!
Oh! my little sweeting;
My sweeting I will love wherever I may go!