John Fleagle - Alysoun lyrics

Bytwene Mersh and Averil, When spray biginneth to springe, The lutel foul hath hire wyl On hire lud to singe. Ich libbe in love-longinge For semlokest of alle thinge. Heo may me blisse bringe: Ich am in hire baundoun. An hendy hap ich habbe i-hent, Ich'ot from hevene it is me sent! From alle wimmen my love is lent And light on Alysoun . . . Nightes when i wende and wake, Nyn wonges waxeth won; O levedi, al for thine sake Longinge is i-lent me on. In world nis non so wyter mon, That al hire bounte telle con; Hire swire is whittore then the swon, And feyrest may in toun. An hendy hap . . . Ich am for wowing al forwake, Wery so water in wore, Lest any reve me my make Ich habbe i-yirned yore. Betere is tholien whyle sore Then mournen evermore. Geynest under gore, Herkne to my roun. An hendy hap . . .