Eloré Lo

In a garden so green in a May morning

Heard I my lady pleen of paramours;

Said she: "My love so sweet, come you not yet, nor yet,

Heght you not me to meet amongst the flow'rs?

Eloré, Eloré, Eloré, Eloré,

I love my lusty love, Eloré lo!

Then to my lady blyth did I my presence kyth,

Saying: "My bird be glad! Am I not yours?

So in my armes two did I the lusty jo,

And kissed her times mo than night hath hours.

Eloré, Eloré, Eloré, Eloré,

I love my lusty love, Eloré lo!

Favour and duty unto your bright beauty

Confirmed hath law-tie, oblieged to truth,

So that your soverance, heartlie but variance,

Mark in your memorance mercy and ruth.

Eloré, Eloré, Eloré, Eloré,

I love my lusty love, Eloré lo!