Go Away Fair Maye

Go away fair Maye
And return ne’er again
For if thy heart is true, not whim
Give thy heart to other men.
I am not worthy of thy sight.
Thine eyes are azure and are bright.
Thy silky black hair, it falls to thy knees.
Thou art as tall as the sycamore trees.
If e’er thee return to this unworthy knave,
Let thy heart guide you and o’er thy love rave.