Classic Poem

With ye, marry Sirs, thus should it be:
I kissed her sweet and she kissed me;
I danced the darling on my knee;
I garred her gasp, I garred her glee,
With dance on the lea, the lea!
I bassed that baby with heart so free;
She is the bote of all my bale.
Ah, so! that sigh was far fet!
To love that lovesome I will not let;
My heart is wholly on her set;
I plucked her by the patlet;
At my device I with her met;
My fancy fairly on her I set;
So merrily singeth the nightingale!