Edward Cockram Purcell - Passing By - текст песни (слова)

There is a lady sweet and kind,
 Was never a face so pleas'd my mind;
 I did but see her passing by,
 And yet I love her till I die.
 
 Her graceful motion, her sweet smile,
 Her wit, her voice, my heart beguile,
 My heart beguile, I know not why,
 And yet I love her till I die.
 
 Cupid is winged and doth range,
 Her country so my love doth change:
 But change she earth or change she sky,
 Yet will I love her till I die.