Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
What ails my pretty darling?
What ails mine own sweet darling
Thus sitting all alone so weary?
Say, why is my dear now not merry?
O cease thus to grieve thee
And take this kiss here to relieve thee
Up now, arise thee;
O how can my love lie asleeping
And see yon lusty, lusty leaping?
What ails my darling? was written by Thomas Morley.