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 awayAnd 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 redAnd 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
