My sweet and fair lady Never believe of me That I have bent my knee To anyone but you. For with no thought of cheating, sweet thing I have so humbly binded Though it's ready for your will and still With no evil thought in mind, Alas, out of charity Graften some relief to me For no joy can there be With no mercy from you. You hold my heart so tightly, knightly So close on your command Binded so fast with chains of agony But it wishes for more harm. And words shall still to be In such captivity For your lack of pity May always continue. (CHORUS) And as this illness never never Can be taken from my heart Except by you, my sweet cruel jewel Who loves to see me smart. And here on my bended knee Captor, now you see Come death and set me free I've suffered so for you.