Westron wynde, when wyll thow blow, the smalle rayne downe can rayne? Cryst, yf my love were in my armes and I yn in my bed agayne. / This other day I hard a may Ryght peteusly complayne; She sayd allway Withowt denay Her hart was full of payne. / Hey nony nony nony no, He nony nony nony nony no! / She said, alas, Withowt trespas Her dere hart was untrew; "In every place I wot he hace Forsake me for a new. / Seth he untrew Hath chosen a new And thynkes with her to rest, And will not rew, And I so trew, Wherfore my hart will brest. / And now I may In no maner a way Optayne that I do sew, so ever and ay Withowt denay, Myne owne swet hart, adew. / Adew, derlyng, Adew, swettyng, Adew, all my welfare! Adew, all thyng To god perteynyg, Cryst kepe yow frome all care. / Adew, full swete, Adew, ryght mete To be a lady's pere!" With terys wete and yes replete She said, "Adew my dere! / Adew, farewell, Adew, la bell, Adew bothe frend and foo! I cannott tell Wher I shall dwell, My hart is grevyth me so." / She had nott said But at-abrayde Her dere hart was full nere And said, "Goode mayde, Be not dysmayd, My love, my derlyng dere." / In armys he hent That lady gent; In voydyng care and mone That day thay spent To ther intent In wylderness alone.
