Love Me Little, Love Me Long
Love me little, love me long
Is the burden of my song
Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste.
Still, I would not have thee cold
Nor too backward nor too bold
Love that lasteth till 'tis old
Fadeth not in haste.
Winter's cold, or summer's heat
Autumns tempests on it beat
It can never know defeat,
Never can rebel:
Such the love that I would gain
Such a love, I tell thee plain
Thou must give, or woo in vain,
So, to thee, farewell.
from Popular Music of the Olden Time, Chappell
tune: Mad Robin