Sweet heart arise, why do you sleep? When lovers wanton sports do keep, The Sun doth shine, the birds do sing and May delight and joy doth bring. Then join we hands and dance till night, 'Tis pity love should want his right.
Sweet heart arise, why do you sleep? When lovers wanton sports do keep, The Sun doth shine, the birds do sing and May delight and joy doth bring. Then join we hands and dance till night, 'Tis pity love should want his right.