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hans gál - capriccio 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 my 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;
yet cruеl he my heart doth sting
whist, wanton, still ye!

elsе i with roses every day
will whip you hence
and bind you, when you long to play
for your offense
i’ll shut my 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!

- hans gal lyrics

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