Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more
Men where deceivers ever
One foot in sea, the other on shore
To one thing, constant never
Sigh not so, but let them go
And be you blithe and bonny
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hay nonny nonny

Sing no more ditties
Sing no more
Of bumps so dark and heavy
The frauds of men where ever so
Since summer first was leafy
Sigh not so, but let them go
And be you blithe and bonny
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hay nonny nonny


Torros-Arrok