He bare him up, he bare him down,
He bare him into an orchard brown.
Lully, lully, lully, lully
The falcon hath born my make away.
In that orchard there was an hall,
That was hanged with purple and pall.
And in that hall there was a bed,
It was hanged with gold so red.
Lully, lully, lully, lully
The falcon hath born my make away.
In that bed there lieth a knight,
His woundes bleeding day and night.
By that bedside kneeleth a may,
And she weepeth both night and day.
Lully, lully, lully, lully
The falcon hath born my make away.
And by that bedside there standeth a stone,
Corpus Christi written thereon.