The Mediaeval Baebes - Undrentide lyrics

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Befell so in the comessing of May

When mirry and hot is the day

And oway beth winter shours

And every feld is full of flours

And blosme breme on every bough

Overall wexeth mirry anough,

This ich quen, Dame Heurodis,

Took two maidens of pris

And went in an undrentide

To play by an orchard side,

To see the floures sprede and spring

And to here the fowles sing.

They set hem down all three

Under a faire impe-tree,

And wel sone this faire quene

Fell on slepe opon the grene.

The maidens durst hir nought awake

Bot lete hir ligge and rest take.

So she slepe til after none,

That undertide was all ydone.

Ac as sone as she gan awake

She cried and lothly bere gan make;

She froted hir honden and hir feet

And cracched hir visage, it blede weet;

Hir riche robe hie all to-rett

And was reveyd out of hir wit.

The two maidens hir beside

No durst with hir no leng abide,

Bot urn to the palais full right

And tolde bothe squier and knight

That her quene owede wold,

And bad hem go and hir athold.

Knightes urn and levedis also,

Damisels sexty and mo.

In they orchard to the quene hie come

And hir up in her armes nome

And brought hir to bed atte last

And held hir there fine fast

Ac ever she held in o cry

And wolde up and owy.