Seventeen and Twenty Sweethearts.
Farewell, sweetheart, since we must part,
May the joys of the world go with you;
I will enter no more within your door
To tell you how dearly I love.
Since you have treated me with scorn,
Your conduct has betrayed you;
You are waiting for some better match,
But fortune will destroy you.
Some poets say until this day,
For love there is no cure;
But this is false for I did try,
The pain did once endure.
I know you hate my low estate,
But that shall never grieve me;
I am a brisk and lively lad,
And sweethearts have I many.
I used to have just seventeen,
But now I have them plenty;
The loss of one is the gain of two,
And also choice of twenty.
I count my health the greatest wealth,
So long as my pockets will jingle,
I am not afraid of coming to want
So long as I live single.
Oh, sweetie pink, what made you think
I could not do without you?
The love I had for you once was true,
But now care nothing about you.