1.
Farewell, dear love, since thou wilt needs be gone.
Mine eyes do show my life is almost done.
Nay, I will never die,
So long as I can spy.
There be many moe
Though that she do go.
There be many moe, I fear not.
Why then, let her go, I care not.
2.
Farewell, farewell, since this I find is true,
I will not spend more time in wooing you.
But I will seek elsewhere
If I may find her there.
Shall I bid her go?
What and if I do?
Shall I bid her go, and spare not?
O no, no, no, no, I dare not.
3.
Ten thousand times farewell! Yet stay awhile!
Sweet, kiss me once; sweet kisses time beguile.
I have no power to move.
How now, am I in love?
Wilt thou needs be gone?
Go then, all is one.
Wilt thou needs be gone? O hie thee!
Nay, stay, and do no more deny me.
4.
Once more farewell! I see loth to depart
Bids oft adieu to her that holds my heart.
But seeing I must lose
Thy love which I did choose,
Go thy ways for me
Since it may not be.
Go thy ways for me. But whither?
Go, O but where I may come thither.
5.
What shall I do? My love is now departed.
She is as fair as she is cruel-hearted.
She would not be entreated
With prayers oft repeated.
If she come no more
Shall I die therefore?
If she come no more, what care I?
Faith, let her go, or come, or tarry.