Lyrics
He bear her off, he bear her down
He bear her into an orchard ground
Lu-li-lu-lay, lu-li-lu-lay
The falcon hath borne my mate away
And in that orchard there was a hold
That was hanged with purple and gold
And in that hold there was a bed
And it was hanged with gold so red
Lu-li-lu-lay, lu-li-lu-lay
The falcon hath borne my mate away
And on this bed there lieth a knight
His wound is bleeding day and night
By his bedside kneeleth a maid
And she weepeth both night and day
Lu-li-lu-lay, lu-li-lu-lay
The falcon hath borne my mate away
By his bedside standeth a stone
Corpus Christi written thereon
