The Mediaeval Baebes - Blow Northern Wind lyrics

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Blow, northerne wind,

Send thou me my sweting,

Blow, northerne wind,

Blow, blow, blow!

Ichot a burde in bowre bright

That sully semly is on sight,

Menskful maiden of might,

Fair and fre to fonde.

In all this wurhliche won

A burde of blod and of bon

Never yet I nuste non

Lussomore in londe.

Blow, northerne wind,

Send thou me my sweting,

Blow, northerne wind,

Blow, blow, blow!

Hire lure lumes light

Ase a launterne anight,

Hire be blikieth so bright,

So fair he is and fine.

Swetly swire he hath to holde,

With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde,

And fingres faire for to folde

God wolde she were mine!

Blow, northerne wind,

Send thou me my sweting,

Blow, northerne wind,

Blow, blow, blow!

To Love I putte pleintes mo,

How Siking me hath siwed so;

And eke Thoght me thrat to slo

With maistry yef he mighte;

And Sorewe sore in balful bende

The he wolde for this hende

Me lede to my lives ende

Unlahfulliche in lighte.

Blow, northerne wind,

Send thou me my sweting,

Blow, northerne wind,

Blow, blow, blow!