From the recording Demo tracks from Twelfth Night
Lyrics
O mister mine, where are you roaming
With your tears and sighs of woe?
Stay and hear! Your true love’s coming
And I can sing both high and low
Trip no further, pretty sweeting
Every wise man’s son doth know
That journeys end in lovers meeting
So come on mister, don’t you go
Oh, no, oh, don’t go
What is love? Tis not hereafter
What’s to come is still unsure
Present mirth hath present laughter
And Time hath not a cure
In delay there lies no plenty
Then come and kiss me, sweet and twenty
For our youth will not endure