Trip no further pretty sweeting
Journeys end in lovers meeting
Every wise man's son doth know
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Trip no further pretty sweeting
Journeys end in lovers meeting
Every wise man's son doth know
What is love?
'Tis not hereafter
Present mirth
Hath present laughter
What's to come is still unsure
In delay there lies no plenty
Then come kiss me sweet and twenty
It's a stuff will not endure