MY LEFE YS FAREN IN A LOND
And for your love evermore wepyng I syng thys song ...
My lefe ys faren in a lond.
Allas, why ys she so?
And I am so sore bound
I may nat com her to.
She hath my hert in hold
Where euer she ryde or go,
With trew love a thousand fold.
And for your love evermore wepyng I syng thys song ...
My lefe ys faren in a lond.
Allas, why ys she so?
And I am so sore bound
I may nat com her to.
She hath my hert in hold
Where euer she ryde or go,
With trew love a thousand fold.