© Patrick T. Connolly
Author: Anonymous words /Robert Jones music
XIX. MISTRESS SINGS NO OTHER SONG
My mistress sings no other song
but still complains I did her wrong.
Believe her not; it was not so,
I did but kiss her, I did but kiss her and let her go.
And now she swears I did but what?
Ney, ney, I must not tell you that.
And yet I will, it is so sweet
As 'te-he, ta-ha' - As 'te-he, ta-ha' when lovers meet.
But woman's words they are heedless,
To tell you more it is needless.
I ran and caught her by the arm,
And then I kissed her,
And then I kissed her; this was no harm.
But she, alas, is angry still,
Which showeth but a woman's will.
She bites the lip and cries 'fie, fie.'
And kissing sweetly,
And kissing sweetly away she doth fly.
Yet sure her looks bewrays content,
And cunningly her brawls are meant,
As lovers use to play and sport
When time and leisure,
When time and leisure is too[,] too short. ..
XIX. My mistress sings no other song -
This song can be a charming and humorous little thing if you want to take it that way - Unfortunately it is too easy to think of what a sad sexist age it was from. The author of this poem is unknown.