I loved a child of this countrie,
And so I wend he had do me;
Now myself the sooth I see.
That he is far.
Were it undo that is y-do.
I would bewar.

He said to me he would be true,
And change me for none other new;
Now I sykke and pale of hue
For he is far.

Were it undo that is y-do.
I would bewar.

He said his saws he would fulfil
Therefore I let him have all his will;
Now I sykke and mourne still
For he is gone.

Were it undo that is y-do.
I would bewar.