Текст песни A Blackmore Maid Wooing a Fair Boy

Why, lovely boy, why fly'st thou me,
That languish in these flames for thee?
I'm Black, 'tis true; why, so is Night,
And Love doth in Dark shades delight.
The whole world, do but close thine eye,
Will seem to thee as Black as l; Old Songs, Lullabies, Shanties etc. - A Blackmore Maid Wooing a Fair Boy - http://ru.motolyrics.com/old-songs-lullabies-shanties-etc/a-blackmore-maid-wooing-a-fair-boy-lyrics.html
Or op't, and see what a Black shade
Is by thine own fair body made,
That follows thee where ere thou go:
Oh, who allow'd would do not so?
Let me forever dwell so nigh,
And thou shalt need no other shade than I.