Tomorrow Is St. Valentine's Day
Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day
All in the morning betime
And there a maid at the window
To be his
Valentine
Up he rose and donned his clothes
And dupped the chamber door
Let in the maid that out a maid
Never departed more
He said lady, may I take your coat
And offer you some wine?
She said, you can take my maidenhead
And be my Valentine
Quoth she, "Before you tumble me
You'll promise me to wed"
He answers
"So will I do, by your holy shoe
Shouldst thou let me take you to bed"
By Jesus and Saint Charity
Alack, and fie, for shame
Young men'll do it if they come to it
By the Cock, they are to blame
Then up she rose and donned her clothes
And dupped the chamber door
Went out a maid that in a maid
Never knew what was in store
For lo, he took a different wife
A maid not tried, but true
Feign not surprise
It wasn't hard to prophesize
He did what so many guys do
Quoth she, "Before you tumbled me
You promised me to wed"
He answers
"So would I ha' done, by yonder sun
If thou hadst not come to my bed"
Go to, go to, you ladies all
And grab what peace you find
And if your man be great or small
Pray he's also kind
And maybe pay his words
No
Mind
Be mine, be mine, be my Valentine
Be mine, be mine, be my Valentine
Be mine, be mine, be mine, be mine, be mine
Come on now, Baby
It's only for a day
Twenty four little hours
All in the morning betime
And there a maid at the window
To be his
Valentine
Up he rose and donned his clothes
And dupped the chamber door
Let in the maid that out a maid
Never departed more
He said lady, may I take your coat
And offer you some wine?
She said, you can take my maidenhead
And be my Valentine
Quoth she, "Before you tumble me
You'll promise me to wed"
He answers
"So will I do, by your holy shoe
Shouldst thou let me take you to bed"
By Jesus and Saint Charity
Alack, and fie, for shame
Young men'll do it if they come to it
By the Cock, they are to blame
Then up she rose and donned her clothes
And dupped the chamber door
Went out a maid that in a maid
Never knew what was in store
For lo, he took a different wife
A maid not tried, but true
Feign not surprise
It wasn't hard to prophesize
He did what so many guys do
Quoth she, "Before you tumbled me
You promised me to wed"
He answers
"So would I ha' done, by yonder sun
If thou hadst not come to my bed"
Go to, go to, you ladies all
And grab what peace you find
And if your man be great or small
Pray he's also kind
And maybe pay his words
No
Mind
Be mine, be mine, be my Valentine
Be mine, be mine, be my Valentine
Be mine, be mine, be mine, be mine, be mine
Come on now, Baby
It's only for a day
Twenty four little hours
Credits
Writer(s): John Allee
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