Ah, Robin
William Cornshye, c.1465 - c.1523
Ah, Robin, gentle Robin, Tell me how your leman doth, And thou shalt know of mine. My lady is unkind, I wis, alas! why is she so? She loveth another better than me, And yet she will say no.
Ah, Robin . . .
I cannot think such doubleness For I find women true.
In faith my lady lov'th me well,
She will change for no new. Ah, Robin
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