Paroles de Lending Song

My dearest brother and friend Your friendship I'll have till the end Embolden to ask a great favour of you Forty florins I'm aware I still owe you But alas make me so bold as to pray You lend me more money today The lending song, the lending song Dearest most beloved friend God, I'm in a predicament I wouldn't my worst, I wouldn't my worst Worst enemy lend If you my dearest friend now abandon me Then my poor sick wife and child Are all lost at sea So could you perhaps lend me Six hundred florins in money I'll remain your obedient servant And be so friendly Lending song Money My most cherished friend and dearest brother A thousand or two thousand florins Could you cover For a year or two oooor maybe for another You'll be rendering me an incomparable service brother Lending song