Our quin 's seek, an very seek,
She 's seek an leak to dee,
An she has sent for the friears of France,
To speak we her spedely.
" Ye 'll pit on a frier's robe,
An I 'll put one anether,
An we 'll goo to madam the Quin,
Leak frayers bath together."
" God forbid," sayes Earl Marchell,
" That ever the leak sud be,
That I sud begule madam the Quin;
I wad be hangid bei."
. . . . . . .
. . . . . .
The King suar by the croun au the septer roun
Eearl Marchell sudne dei.
The king pat one a frier's rob,
Eearl Marchell on anether,
The 'r on to the Quin,
Like frayers bath together.
" Gin ye be the frayers of France," she says,
" As I trust wiell ye be,
Bat an ye be ony eather men
Ye sall be hangid he."
The king he turned him roun,
An by his troth suare he,
" We ha na sung masse
San we came fra the sea."
" The first sin ever I did,
An a very grat sin it was tee,
I gaa my medenhead to Earl Marchell,
Belou a green-wood tree."
" That was a sin, an a very grate sin,
Bat pardoned it man be;"
" We menement," said Earl Marchell,
Bat a heavi, heavi heart had he.
" The nist sin ever I did,
An a grat sin it was tee,
I pusned Lady Rosomon,
An the King's darling was she."
" That was a sin, an a grat sin,
Bat pardoned it may be;"
" We menement," said King Henry,
Bat a heavi, heavi heart had he.
" The nist sin I ever did,
An a grat sin it was tee,
I keepet pusin in my bosom seven year
To pusin him King Henre."
" That was a sin, an a grat sin,
Bat pardoned it may be;"
" We menement," sa[i]d King Henrie,
Bat a heavi, heavi heart had he.
" O see ye na yon bony boys,
As they play att the baa?
An see ye na Earl Merchal's son?
I lee him best of all.
" But see ye na King Henry's son?
He is headed leak a bull an baked leak a bore,
I leak him warst of a':"
" An, by my soth," says him King Henry,
" I leak him best of the twa."
The king he turned him roun,
Pat on the coat of goud,
The Quin turned her roun,
The king to behald.
" . . . . . .
. . . . . .
Gin I had na sworn by the croun an the septer roun,
Earl Marchell sud ben gared dee."
She 's seek an leak to dee,
An she has sent for the friears of France,
To speak we her spedely.
" Ye 'll pit on a frier's robe,
An I 'll put one anether,
An we 'll goo to madam the Quin,
Leak frayers bath together."
" God forbid," sayes Earl Marchell,
" That ever the leak sud be,
That I sud begule madam the Quin;
I wad be hangid bei."
. . . . . . .
. . . . . .
The King suar by the croun au the septer roun
Eearl Marchell sudne dei.
The king pat one a frier's rob,
Eearl Marchell on anether,
The 'r on to the Quin,
Like frayers bath together.
" Gin ye be the frayers of France," she says,
" As I trust wiell ye be,
Bat an ye be ony eather men
Ye sall be hangid he."
The king he turned him roun,
An by his troth suare he,
" We ha na sung masse
San we came fra the sea."
" The first sin ever I did,
An a very grat sin it was tee,
I gaa my medenhead to Earl Marchell,
Belou a green-wood tree."
" That was a sin, an a very grate sin,
Bat pardoned it man be;"
" We menement," said Earl Marchell,
Bat a heavi, heavi heart had he.
" The nist sin ever I did,
An a grat sin it was tee,
I pusned Lady Rosomon,
An the King's darling was she."
" That was a sin, an a grat sin,
Bat pardoned it may be;"
" We menement," said King Henry,
Bat a heavi, heavi heart had he.
" The nist sin I ever did,
An a grat sin it was tee,
I keepet pusin in my bosom seven year
To pusin him King Henre."
" That was a sin, an a grat sin,
Bat pardoned it may be;"
" We menement," sa[i]d King Henrie,
Bat a heavi, heavi heart had he.
" O see ye na yon bony boys,
As they play att the baa?
An see ye na Earl Merchal's son?
I lee him best of all.
" But see ye na King Henry's son?
He is headed leak a bull an baked leak a bore,
I leak him warst of a':"
" An, by my soth," says him King Henry,
" I leak him best of the twa."
The king he turned him roun,
Pat on the coat of goud,
The Quin turned her roun,
The king to behald.
" . . . . . .
. . . . . .
Gin I had na sworn by the croun an the septer roun,
Earl Marchell sud ben gared dee."