(harle/shakespeare)
O, mistress mine
Where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear
Your true loves coming
That can save both high and low
Trip no further pretty sweeting
Journeys end in lovers meeting
Every wise mans son doth know
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Trip no further pretty sweeting
Journeys end in lovers meeting
Every wise mans son doth know
What is love?
tis not hereafter
Present mirth
Hath present laughter
Whats to come is still unsure
In delay there lies no plenty
Then come kiss me sweet and twenty
Its a stuff will not endure
