To the Tune of the Coventry Carol

The nearly right

And yet not quite

In love is wholly evil

And every heart

That loves in part

Is mortgaged to the devil

I loved or thought

I loved in sort

Was this to love akin?

To take the best

And leave the rest

And let the devil in?

O lovers true

And others too

Whose best is only better

Take my advice

Shun compromise

Forget him and forget her