We must be sure to stay as one alway’.
No good to think. . .must be within o’r heart.
What joy we know as now we spend all day
In home alone, in place of peace n’er part.
I love thee sure and true–long time this true.
Do ye love me also, my Sweet’, my rock?
Ye keep me calm, serene. I love, n’er rue.
Yea, rock ye be to me; my heart ye lock.
So day together we so see in peace.
Alway’ the peace and calm doth soothe my soul.
Please, Sweet’, today to give my lip a kiss,
And heart of each wilt n’er be hard nor cold.
I love thee true for’er the more in truth.
If ye love me, we be the best–foresooth!