86. Lully, lulley, lully, lulley!
Þe fawcon hath born my mak away.
1
He bare hym vp, he bare hym down,
He bare hym in to an orchard brown.
Lully, lulley, lully, lulley!
Þe fawcon hath born my mak away.
2
In þat orchard þer was an hall,
Þat was hangid with purpill & pall;
Lully, lulley, [lully, lulley!
Þe fawcon hath born my mak away.]
3
And in þat hall þer was a bede,
Hit was hangid with gold so rede;
Lully, lulley, [lully, lulley!
Þe fawcon hath born my mak away.]
4
And yn þat bed þer lythe a knyght,
His wowndis bledyng day & nyght;
Lully, lulley, [lully, lulley!
Þe fawcon hath born my mak away.]
5
By þat bedis side þer kneleth a may,
& she wepeth both nyght & day;
Lully, lulley, [lully, lulley!
Þe fawcon hath born my mak away.]
6
& by þat beddis side þer stondith a ston,
“Corpus Christi” wretyn þer-on.
Lully, lulley, [lully, lulley!
Þe fawcon hath born my mak away.]
Explicit.