|Solos by Ralph Skan & James Mordaunt|
He bare her up, he bare her down,
He bare her into an orchard ground.
Lully, lullay, lully, lullay
The falcon hath borne my mate 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.
And on this bed there lieth a knight
His wound is bleeding day and night
By his bedside kneeleth a maid,
And she weepeth both night and day.
By his bedside standeth a stone,
‘Corpus Christi’ written thereon.