My proper Bess
My pretty Bess;
  Turn once again to me!
For sleepest thou, Bess,
  Or wakest thou, Bess,
Mine heart it is with thee.

My daisy delectable,
My primrose commendable,
  My violet amiable,
My joy inexplicable,
  Now turn again to me.

Alas! I am disdained,
And as a man half maimed,
  My heart is so sore pained!
I pray thee, Bess, unfeigned,
  Yet come again to me!

By love I am constrained
To be with you retained,
  It will not be refrained:
I pray you, be reclaimed,
  And turn again to me.

My proper Bess,
My pretty Bess,
  Turn once again to me!
For sleepest thou, Bess,
  Or wakest thou, Bess,
Mine heart it is with thee.