In a Garden So Green

In a garden so green, in a May morening

heard I my lady pleen of paramours.

Said she, my love so sweet, come you not yet nor yet?

Heght you not me to meet amongst the flowrs?

Elore, elore, I love my lusty love, elore lo.

The skies upspringis, the dew down dingis,

the sweet larks singis their hours of prime.

Phoebus upsprentius, joy to rest wentis

lost mine intent is and gone's the time,

Elore, elore, I love my lusty love, elore lo.

Danger my dead is, false fortune my feid is,

langour my leed is, but hope I despair.

Disdaine my desyris, so strangeness my feir is,

deceit out of weir is, adew I fare.

Elore, elore, I love my lusty love, elore lo.

Then to my lady swyth did I my presence kyth,

saying, my bird be blyth, am I not yours?

So in my arms two did I the lusty jo

and kisst her tymis mo then night hes hours.

Elore, elore, I love my lusty love, elore lo.

Live in hope, lady faire and repell all dispaire.

Trust not that your true love shall you betrase.

When deceit and languor banished is from your bowre.

I'll be your paramour and shall you please

Elore, elore, I love my lusty love, elore lo.