Ah, Robin, gentle Robin,
Tell me how thy leman doth,
And thou shalt know of mine.
Ah, Robin, gentle Robin
Tell me how thy leman doth,
And thou shalt know of mine.
Ah, Robin, gentle Robin
Tell me how thy leman doth,
And thou shalt know of mine.
My lady is unkind, iwis,
Alac why is she so?
She lov’th another better than me,
And yet she will say no.
Ah, Robin, gentle Robin
Tell me how thy leman doth,
And thou shalt know of mine.
I cannot think such doubleness,
For I find women true;
In faith my lady lov’th me well,
She will change for no new.
Ah, Robin, gentle Robin
Tell me how thy leman doth,
And thou shalt know of mine.