Hark! hark!

Pretty lark! Little heedest thou my pain! Love may force me still to bear, While he lists, consuming care; But in anguish Though I languish, Faithful shall my heart remain.

Hark! hark! Pretty lark! Little heedest thou my pain! Then cease, Love, to torment me so; But rather than all thoughts forego Of the fair With flaxen hair, Give me back her frowns again.

Hark! hark! Pretty lark! Little heedest thou my pain!