Love for such a cherry lip
Would be glad to pawn his arrows;
Venus here to take a sip
Would sell her doves and teams of sparrows.
But they shall not so;
Hey nonny, nonny no!
None but I this lip must owe,
Hey nonny, nonny no!
Did Jove see this wanton eye,
Ganymede must wait no longer;
Phoebe here one night did lie,
Would change her face and look much younger.
But they shall not so;
Hey nonny, nonny no!
None but I this lip must owe;
Hey nonny, nonny no!
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