Old Songs, Lullabies, Shanties etc. Lyrics of the A Blackmore Maid Wooing a Fair Boy track

Why, lovely boy, why fly'st thou me, 


 That languish in these flames for thee?


 I'm Black, 'tis true; why, so is Night, 


 And Love doth in Dark shades delight.


 The whole world, do but close thine eye, 


 Will seem to thee as Black as l; 


 Or op't, and see what a Black shade


 Is by thine own fair body made, 


 That follows thee where ere thou go:


 Oh, who allow'd would do not so?


 Let me forever dwell so nigh, 


 And thou shalt need no other shade than I.