Hey troly loly lo

"Hey, troly loly lo, maid, whither go you?"

"I go to the meadow to milk my cow."

"Then at the meadow I will you meet,

To gather the flowers both rare and sweet."

"Nay, God forbid, that may not be!

I wis my mother then shall us see."

"Now in this meadow fair and green

We may us sport and not be seen;

Sith I love you, love me again;

Let us make one, though we be twain."

"Nay, in good faith, I'll not mell with you!

I pray you, Sir, let me go milk my cow."

"Then for this once I shall you spare;

But the next time ye must beware,

How in the meadow ye milk your cow.

Adieu, farewell, and kiss me now!"

"Nay, God forbid, that may not be!

I wis my mother then shall us see."