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
And in that orchard there was a hall
That was hanged with purple and pall
And in that hall there was a bed
And it was hanged with gold so red
And on this bed there lyeth 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

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