Låttexter: Mediaeval Baebes. Now Springs The Spray.

Now springes the spray
All for love I am so seek
That slepen I ne may

Als I me rode this endre day
O' my pleyinge
Seih I whar a litel may
Began to singe
"The clot him clinge!
Way as him I' love-longinge
Shall libben ay!"

Son I herde that mirye note
Thider I drogh I fonde hire
In an herber swot
Under a bogh
With joye enough

Son I asked, "Thou mirue may
Why singes tou ay?"

Than answerde that maiden swote
Midde wordes fewe
"My lemman me haves bihot
Of love trewe
He changes anewe
Yiif I may, it shall him rewe
By this day!"