There is a lady sweet and kind, br Was never a face so pleased my mind; br I did but see her passing by, br And yet, I'll love her till I die. br br Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, br Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles, br Beguiles my heart, I know not why, br And yet, I'll love her till I die. br Cupid is winged and he doth range, br Her country, so, my love doth change; br But change she earth, or change she sky, br Yet, I will love her till I die.