My Sweet Sweeting


Ah, my sweet sweeting!
  My little pretty sweeting,
My sweeting will I love wherever I go:
  She is so proper and pure,
Full steadfast, stable, and demure,
  There is none such, you may be sure,
    As my sweet sweeting.

In all this world, as thinketh me,
Is none so pleasant to my eye,
That I am glad so oft to see
    As my sweet sweeting.

When I behold my sweeting sweet,
Her face, her hands, her mignon feet,
They seem to me there is none so sweet
    As my sweet sweeting.