My true-love hath my heart and I have his
By just exchange one for the other given
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss
There never was a bargain better driven

My true-love hath my heart and I have his

His heart in me keeps me and him in one
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides
He loves my heart, for once it was his own
I cherish his because in me it bides

My true-love hath my heart and I have his

His heart his wound received from my sight
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart
For as from me on him his hurt did light
So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss
My true love hath my heart and I have his