If you love me, if you do sigh for me
alone, o gentle one, tho’ i’m sad for your
afflictions, and i’m glad for your
affections, my dear
fellow, i can never, never smile on you alone.

gentle friend, be not deceived, ne’er
believe it could be so, gentle friend, be
not deceived, ne’er believe it could be so,
ne’er believe it could be so.

see the beauteous purple roses, sylvio
plucks at morn today, but because the
rose is thorny soon they’ll all be
thrown away, soon they’ll all be thrown away.

if the words of ithers freeze me, bid me
stay, no more to dare.

tho’ some blossoms fail to please me,
should i scorn to pluck the fair?
if you love me, if you do sigh for me
alone, o gentle one, tho’ i’m sad for your
afflictions, and i’m glad for your affections, my dear
fellow, i can never, never smile on you alone.

gentle friend, be not decegived, ne’er
believe it could be so, gentle friend, be
not deceived, ne’er believe it could be so,
ne’er believe it could be so