Fair Robin I love and hourly die, 
But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye; 
He's fickle and false, and there we agree, 
For I am as false and as fickle as he.

We neither believe what either can say; 
And neither believing, we neither betray. 
'Tis civil to swear and say things, of course; 
We mean not the taking for better or worse.

When present we love; when absent agree: 
I think not of Robin, nor Robin of me. 
The legend of love no couple can find, 
So easy to part or so easily joined.
Fa la la la, fa la la la, fa la la la, la la!