I Am Such A Tender Ass, If

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.

Know My Name Is Lost, By Treason's Tooth Bare-gnawn And Canker-bit; Yet Am I Noble As The Adversary I Come To Cope.

It Was A Lover And His Lass, With A Hey, And A Ho, And A Hey Nonino, That O'er The Green Corn-field Did Pass, In The Spring Time, The Only Pretty Ring Time, When Birds Do Sing, Hey Ding A Ding, Ding; Sweet Lovers Love The Spring.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.