Mediaeval Baebes Passing Thus Alone
Passing thus alone, through the silent forest
Many a grievous groan sounded in her ear
Where she heard a man to lament the sorest
Chance that ever came, forc'd by deadly strife
Farewell, me dear, quoth he
Whom I shall never see
For why my life is at an end for thy sweet sake I die
Through villains cruelty to show I am a faithful friend
Here lie I a bleeding while my thoughts are feeding
On the rarest beauty found, oh hard hap that may be
Little knows my lady
My heart blood lies on the ground
