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charles villiers stanford - cupid and rosalind lyrics

love in my bosom like a bee
doth suck his sweet:
now with his wings he plays with me
now with his feet
within mine eyes he makes his nest
his bed amidst my tender breast;
my kisses are his daily feast
and yet he robs me of my rest:
ah! wanton, will ye?

and if i sleep, then percheth he
with pretty flight
and makes his pillow of my knee
the livelong night
strike i my lute, he tunes the string;
he music plays if so i sing;
he lends me every lovely thing
yеt cruel he my heart doth sting:
whist, wanton, still yе!

else i with roses every day
will whip you hence
and bind you, when you long to play
for your offence
i’ll shut mine eyes to keep you in;
i’ll make you fast it for your sin;
i’ll count your power not worth a pin
alas! what hereby shall i win
if he gainsay me?
what if i beat the wanton boy
with many a rod?
he will repay me with annoy
because a god
then sit thou safely on my knee;
then let thy bower my bosom be;
lurk in mine eyes, i like of thee;
o cupid, so thou pity me
spare not, but play thee!

- charles villiers stanford lyrics

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