Ah, robin

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‘Ah, robin, jollȳ* robin,
Tell me how thy leman doth,
And thou shalt know of mine.’

1. ‘My ladȳ is unkind, pardie!’
‘Alack, why is she so?’
‘She lov’th another better than me,
And yet she will say no.’

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2. ‘I cannot think such doubleness,
For I find women true.
My ladȳ loveth me doubtless,
And will change for no new.’

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3. ‘Thou art happȳ while that doth last,
But I say as I find,
That women’s love is but a blast
And tu̇rneth like the wīnd.’

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4. ‘If that be true yet as thou say’st
That women tu̇rn their heart,
Then speak better of them thou may’st
In hope to hāve thy part.’

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5. ‘Such folks shall take no harm by love
That can abide their tu̇rn;
But I, alas, can no way prọve
In love but lack and mourn.’

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6. ‘But if thou wilt avoid thy harm
Learn this lesson of me:
At other fi͞res thyself to wȧrm,
And let them wȧrm with thee.’

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