Ah, Robin, gentle, Robin, Tell me how thy leman doth and thou shalt know of mine. My lady is unkind I wis, Alack why is she so? She lov'th another better than me, and yet she will say no. Ah, Robin, gentle, Robin, Tell me how thy leman doth and thou shalt know of mine. I cannot think such doubleness for I find women true, In faith my lady lov'th me well she will change for no new. Ah, Robin, gentle, Robin, Tell me how thy leman doth and thou shalt know of mine.