Love Is a Sickness Full of Woes - Love Is a Sickness Full of Woes - Samuel Daniel

Lyrics by：Samuel Daniel

Composed by：John Ireland

Love is a sickness full of woes

All remedies refusing

A plant that with most cutting grows

Most barren with best using

Why so

More we enjoy it more it dies

If not enjoyed it sighting cries

Heigh ho

Heigh ho

Love is a torment of the mind

A tempest everlasting

And Jove hath made it of a kind

Not well not full nor fasting

Why so

More we enjoy it more it dies

If not enjoyed it sighing cries

Heigh ho

Heigh ho