Love me little, love me long!
Is the burden of my song.
Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste:
I'm with little well content,
And a little from thee sent
Is enough, with true intent
To be steadfast friend.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Say thou lov'st me, while thou live;
I to thee my love will give,
Never dreaming to deceive
Whiles that life endures:
Nay, and after death, in sooth,
I to thee will keep my truth,
As now, when in my May of youth;
This my love assures.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Constant love is moderate ever,
And it will through life persever;
Give me that, with true endeavour
I will it restore.
A suit of durance let it be,
For all weathers that for me,
For the land or for the sea,
Lasting evermore.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Love me little, love me long!
Is the burden of my song.
Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste:
I'm with little well content,
And a little from thee sent
Is enough, with true intent
To be steadfast friend.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.