DO you love me, Mistress Prue? Answer with your shy, soft eyes, -- Eyes, not lips, speak ever true. That I loved, you surely knew; That I loved is no surprise, -- Do you love me, Mistress Prue? Tell me, sweetheart, if you do! Look up once, and sorrow flies, -- Eyes, not lips, speak ever true. Love is old, yet always new; Time to kill it vainly tries, -- Do you love me, Mistress Prue? Eyes that mock the sea's deep blue, Eyes that plead like tender sighs, -- Eyes, not lips, speak ever true. Ah! I know you love me, Prue, Love-lights laugh down in your eyes, -- Do you love me, Mistress Prue? Eves, not lips, speak ever true. |