The faucon

Refrain

Ah, lullee, lullay, lullee, lullay,

The faucon hath borne my make away.

He bare him up, he bare him down,

He bare him into an orchard brown.

Ah, in that orchard there was an halle

That was hangèd with purpill and pall.

Refrain

And in that halle there was a bede

It was hangèd with gold so rede.

Ah, and in that bede there lieth a knight,

His woundès bleding day and night, ah...

By that bedside kneleth a may,

And she wepeth both night and day, ah...

Refrain

And at that bedeside standeth a stone,

Corpus Christi wreten thereon. Ah…