Have you heard my Arethusa the sad news That your master has banished me to the foreign land Four days alone he gave me to wait And I've been away from home for a long, long time And how to part with you, and how to get away from you And how to live without you in that time of sojourn I have it, and thy master is fast in love with thee I'll have thee, my lord. and you can't get used to what your parents want. They'll overrule your opinion and change your mind I'm asking you a favour, Mistress, and all I want is her And then I'll end my life with her When you're engaged to be married, I'll be gone. And when I'm a bride, I'll change like a married woman. ...and say, poor Robert, poor Robert... I have forgotten the things I have told thee, and thou wilt have them no more. and once a month in thy chamber. I say the words for you to make your heart ache. And they take the painting you find in the armoury and the songs that I sing and where you love me And read them and take them and make me happy How I was long spent in foreign lands And when they tell you and you'll be sorry and weep And burn the songs that I have sung in the fire Wherever I go, wherever I find myself and however long I live I'll never see you again, nor bring you back And let me, the evil one, say I never saw thee A waxen wreath of untempered wax and cough for me I'd rather have thee with death than another with my life For one my body was born into the world