An I war a maydyn

An I war a maydyn
As many one ys,
For all the golde in England
I wold not do amysse.

When I was a wanton wench of
twelve yere of age,
Thes cowrtyers with ther amours
They kyndyld my corage.

When I was come to
The age of fifteen yere,
In all this lond, nowther fire nor bond,
Methought I had no pere.

Daybreak in the woods.

Wake up, Kathleen!
Soon the hares will run.
Wake up, Kathleen, sweet love!
Hy-a-ho, you are mine, thus I am thine,
Wake up, Kathleen!
Daybreak in the meadow
Wake up, Kathleen!
My pretty love, let's look at you,
Wake up, Kathleen, sweet love!
Hy-a-ho, you are mine, thus I am thine,
Wake up, Kathleen!
Daybreak in the forest.
Wake up, Kathleen!
The hunters proudly carry the horns.
Wake up, Kathleen, sweet love!
Hy-a-ho, you are mine, thus I am thine,
Wake up, Kathleen!

Wherto shuld I expresse

1. Wherto shuld I expresse
My inward hevynes?
No myrth can make me fayn
Tyl that we mete agayne.

2. Do way, dere hart, not so.
Let no thought yow dysmaye!
Thow ye now parte me fro,
We shall mete when we may.

3. When I remembyr me
Of your most gentyll mynde,
It may in no wyse agre
That I shuld be unkynde.

4. The daise delectable,
The violett wan and blo;
Ye ar not varyable;
I love you and no mo.

5. I make you fast and sure;
It ys to me gret payne
Thus longe to endure,
Tyll that we mete agayne.