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I LOVED a lass, a fair one,
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As fair as e'er was seen;
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She was indeed a rare one,
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Another Sheba Queen:
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But, fool as then I was,
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I thought she loved me too:
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But now, alas! she 's left me,
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Falero, lero, loo!
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Her hair like gold did glister,
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Each eye was like a star,
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She did surpass her sister,
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Which pass'd all others far;
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She would me honey call,
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She'd--O she'd kiss me too!
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But now, alas! she 's left me,
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Falero, lero, loo!
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Many a merry meeting
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My love and I have had;
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She was my only sweeting,
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She made my heart full glad;
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The tears stood in her eyes
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Like to the morning dew:
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But now, alas! she 's left me,
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Falero, lero, loo!
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Her cheeks were like the cherry,
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Her skin was white as snow;
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When she was blithe and merry
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She angel-like did show;
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Her waist exceeding small,
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The fives did fit her shoe:
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But now, alas! she 's left me,
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Falero, lero, loo!
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In summer time or winter
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She had her heart's desire;
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I still did scorn to stint her
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From sugar, sack, or fire;
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The world went round about,
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No cares we ever knew:
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But now, alas! she 's left me,
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Falero, lero, loo!
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To maidens' vows and swearing
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Henceforth no credit give;
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You may give them the hearing,
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But never them believe;
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They are as false as fair,
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Unconstant, frail, untrue:
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For mine, alas! hath left me,
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Falero, lero, loo!
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I loved a Lass
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| Andreas Scholl |
