love not me for comely grace, 
for my pleasing eye or face, 
nor for any outward part: 
no, nor for a constant heart! 
for these may fail or turn to ill: 
so thour and I shall sever. 
keep therefore a true man's eye, 
and love me still, but know not why! 
so hast thou the same reason still 
to doat upon me ever


© tekst en muziek : traditional, arrangement Vera Coomans