Z 585/2 My dearest, my fairest. [Neapolitan translation]

My dearest, my fairest

My dearest, my fairest,

My dearest, my fairest,

I languish for you.

Thy kindness has won me,

Thy charm has undone me,

I ne'er, no, ne'er shall be free.

I faint with the pleasure

I fain would repeat,

Ah why are love's raptures

so short and so sweet,

Thus pressing and kissing,

fresh joys we'll pursue

And ever be happy and ever be true.

But alas, should you change

Ah, tell me not so

No never my dearest

No never my fairest

No, no, my dearest (my fairest) no, no.