Byrd One Brere
Byrd one brere, brid, brid one brere,
Kynd is come of love, love to crave.
Blythful biryd, on me thu rewe.
Or grayth, lef, greith thu me my grave.
Hic am so blithe, so brighit brid one brere,
Quan I se that ende in halle.
Yhe is quit of lime, loveli trewe,
The is fayr and flur of alle.
Mikte hic hire at wille have,
Stedefast of love, loveli trewe,
Of me sorwe yhe may me saven;
Ioye and blisse were eere me newe.
