My sweetheart like venus,
she's lovely and light,
she's fairer then blackthorn,
she's slim and she's white,
there is no one like her,
for far or from near,
it's the truth i am telling for all men to hear,
Her from has the splendor of straight-growing trees,
her hair like ripe corn that is stirr'd in the breeze,
her eyebrows like grossmear that hangs by the door,
if only she'd love me i'd ask nothing more.

My sweetheart she loves like a shower of rain,
now clouded, now weeping, now smiling again,
but she who loves many is left without one,
true lovers has one love to run.