He bare hym up, he bare him down
He bare hym into an orchard brown

In that orchard ther was an hall
That was hanged with purpill and pall

Lulley lulley, lully lulley
The fawcon hath born my mak away

And in that hall ther was a bede
Hit was hangid with gold so rede

And yn that bed ther lythe a knyght
His wowndes bledyng day and nyght

Lulley lulley, lully lulley
The fawcon hath born my mak away

By that bedes side ther kneleth a may
And she wepeth both nyght and day

Lulley lulley, lully lulley
The fawcon hath born my mak away

Lulley lulley, lully lulley
The fawcon hath born my mak away

Lulley lulley, lully lulley
The fawcon hath born my mak away

Lulley lulley, lully lulley
The fawcon hath born my mak away