(freely after anonymous 15th century text, melody by B. Britten)
He bear her off, he bear her down
He bear her into an orchard ground
Lully lullay, lully lullay
The falcon hath borne my mate away
And in that orchard there was a hold
That was hanged with purple and gold
And in that hold there was a bed
And it was hanged with gold so red
Lully lullay, lully lullay
The falcon hath borne my mate away
And on this bed there lyeth a knight
His wound is bleeding day and night
By his bedside kneeleth a maid
And she weepeth both night and day
Lully lullay, lully lullay
The falcon hath borne my mate away
By his bedside standeth a stone
Corpus Christi written thereon
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