Blow, northerne wynd, Send thou me my suetyng! Blow, northerne wynd, Blou, blou, blou!
Ichot a burde in bour{.e} bryht,That fully semly is on syht,Menskful maiden of myht, Feir ant fre to fond{.e};In al this wurhlich{.e} won,A burde of blod and of bonNever yete y nust{.e} non Lussomore in lond{.e}.
With lokk{.e}s lefliche and long{.e},With frount and fac{.e} feir to fong{.e},With murth{.e}s moni{.e} mote heo mong{.e}, That brid so breme in bour{.e};With lossom ey{.e}, grete ant god{.e},With browen blysfol under hod{.e};He that reste him on the rod{.e} That leflich lyf honour{.e}!
Hire lur{.e} lum{.e}s lihtAse a launterne a nyht,Hire bleo blykyeth so bryht: So feyr heo is ant fyn!A suetly suyre heo hath to hold{.e},With arm{.e}s, shuldr{.e}, ase mon wold{.e},Ant fyngres feyr{.e} fort{.e} fold{.e}, God wolde hue wer{.e} myn!
Middel heo hath menskful smal;Hire loveliche cher{.e} as cristal;They{.e}s, legg{.e}s, fet, ant al, Ywraht is of the best{.e}.A lussum ledy last{.e}lesThat sweting is, and ever wes;A betere burd{.e} never nes Yhery{.e}d with the hest{.e}.
Heo is der{.e}worthe in day,Gracious{.e}, stout, and gay,Gentil, jolyf so the jay, Worhlich{.e} when heo waketh.Maiden murgest of mouth;Bi est, bi west, by north and south,Thér nis fithel{.e} ne crouth That such murth{.e}s maketh.
Heo is coral of godness{.e},Heo is rubie of ryhtfulness{.e},Heo is cristal of clanness{.e}, Ant baner of bealté;Heo is lilie of largess{.e},Heo is paruenke of prouess{.e},Heo is solsecle of suetness{.e}, Ant ledy of lealté.
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For hir{.e} love y carke ant car{.e},For hir{.e} love y droupne ant dar{.e},For hir{.e} love my blisse is bar{.e}, Ant al ich wax{.e} won;For hir{.e} love in slep y slak{.e},For hir{.e} love al nyht ich wak{.e},For hir{.e} love mournynge y mak{.e} Mor{.e} then eny mon.
