94 IV 8 8 IV. LOVE SONGS I make 1 away! Lully, lulley, lulley, lulley ! Yn that orchard there was an halle And in that hall there was a bede, And yn that bed there lythe a knyght, By that bedis side kneleth a may, And she wepeth both night and day. Lully, lulley, etc. 3 6 12 13 4 She dyd aper3 all on hur keynde 5 But yet ye wot not whome I mene. Hyt dyd me goode upon hur to loke, But yete ye wot not whome I mene. "Lady!" I cryed, wyth rufull mone, "Have mynd of me, that true hath bene! For I loved none but you alone." But yet ye wot not whome I mene. 18 10 20 1 mate, sweetheart know appear in nature |