(I D IDN'T Want TO D O I T )

VERSE 1

I've been worried all day long,
Don't know if I'm right or wrong,
I can't help just what I say,
Your love makes me speak this way.
Why, oh! why should I feel blue?
Once I used to laugh at you,
But now I'm cryin',
No use denyin',
There's no one else but you will do.

REFRAIN

You made me love you,
I didn't wanna do it,
I didn't wanna do it.
You made me want you,
And all the time you knew it,

VERSE

I'm so blue I don't know what to do,
All day through I'm pining just for you.
I did wrong when I let you go away
For now I grieve about you night and day.
I'm unhappy and dissatisfied,
But I'd be happy if I had you by my side.

REFRAIN

If I could be with you
I'd love you strong,
If I could be with you
I'd love you long.
I want you to know
I wouldn't go
Until I told you, honey, why I love you so.
If I could be with you
One hour tonight,

There was a lady loved a swine,
Honey, quoth she,
Pig-hog wilt thou be mine?
Hoogh, quoth he.

I'll build thee a silver sty,
Honey, quoth she,
And in it thou shalt lie.
Hoogh, quoth he.

Pinned with a silver pin,
Honey, quoth she,
That thou may go out and in.
Hoogh, quoth he.

Wilt thou have me now,
Honey? quoth she.
Speak or my heart will break.
Hoogh, quoth he.

Kiss me softly and speak to me low;
— Malice has ever a vigilant ear;
— What if Malice were lurking near?
Kiss me, dear!
Kiss me softly and speak to me low.

Kiss me softly and speak to me low;
— Envy, too, has a watchful ear;
— What if Envy should chance to hear?
Kiss me, dear!
Kiss me softly and speak to me low.

Kiss me softly and speak to me low;
— Trust me, darling, the time is near
— When lovers may love with never a fear;
Kiss me, dear!
Kiss me softly and speak to me low.

Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;
The stars look very cold about the sky,
And I have many miles on foot to fare.
Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air,
Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily,
Or of those silver lamps that burn on high,
Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair:

For I am brimfull of the friendliness
That in a little cottage I have found;
Of fair hair'd Milton's eloquent distress,
And of his love for gentle Lycid drown'd;

Just as he is growing a beard,
The beautiful Lado
(He who despised us all)
Has fallen in love —
With a boy!
Fate is quick to revenge.

Jolly shepherd, shepherd on a hill,
On a hill so merrily,
On a hill so cheerily,
Fear not, shepherd, there to pipe thy fill,
Fill every dale, fill every plain:
Both sing and say, " Love feels no pain."

Jolly shepherd, shepherd on a green,
On a green so merrily,
On a green so cheerily,
Be thy voice shrill, be thy mirth seen,
Heard to each swain, seen to each trull:
Both sing and say, " Love's joy is full."

Jolly shepherd, shepherd in the sun,
In the sun so merrily,
In the sun so cheerily,

Jim and I as children played together,
Best of friends for many years were we
I, alas! had no luck, was a Jonah,
Jim, my chum, was lucky as could be.
Oh lucky Jim, how I envy him!

Years passed by, still Jim and I were comrades.
He and I both loved the same sweet maid.
She loved Jim, and married him one evening.
Jim was lucky, I unlucky stayed.
Oh lucky Jim, how I envy him!

Years rolled on, and death took Jim away, boys
Left his widow, and she married me.
Now we're married, oft I think of Jim, boys,

Jesus, the friend of lonely, beaten folk,
Comrade, defender of each humble one,
Who put Your generous shoulders to the yoke
That we might live in nobler unison,

Why have we worshiped You with sword and flame,
Placed You, a worker, on a regal throne
And let our brothers' blood flow in Your name
Who loved all human creatures as Your own?

Let us remember You as Mary's son,
A worker, seeking rights for men who toil,
Conscious that we are brothers every one
Upon the glowing earth's fraternal soil.

Jesu Christ, my lemmon swete,
That diyedest on the Rode Tree,
With all my might I thee beseche,
For thy woundes two and three,
That also faste mot thy love
Into mine herte fitched be
As was the spere into thine herte,
Whon thou soffredest deth for me.