THERE is a Lady sweet and kind, br Was never face so pleased my mind; br I did but see her passing by, br And yet I 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 love her till I die. br br Cupid is winged and doth range, br Her country so my love doth change: br But change she earth, or change she sky, br Yet will I love her till I die.