A-way   with these self  -  lov - ing lads,
                        Whom Cu - pid's ar - row           never glads:
                        A - - way poor souls that    sigh and  weep
                        In   love     of them   that lie and sleep
                        For Cu - pid is    a mea - dow  god,
                        and    forc-eth  none   to   kiss     the rod.