He bare hym vp, he bare hym down,
He bare hym in to an orchard brown.
Lully, lulley, lully, lulley!
Þe fawcon hath borne my make away.
In þat orchard þer was an hall,
Þat was hangid with purpill and pall;
And in þat hall þer was a bede,
Hit was hangid with gold so rede;
Lully, lulley, lully, lulley!
Þe fawcon hath borne my make away.
And yn þat bed þer lythe a knyght,
His wowndis bledyng day and nyght;
By þat bedis side þer kneleth a may,
And she wepeth both nyght and day;
Lully, lulley, lully, lulley!
Þe fawcon hath borne my make away.
And by þat beddis side þer stondith a ston,
“Corpus Christi” wretyn þer-on.
(Trad. English 15th C)
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