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