Corpus Christi Carol

Lulley, lully, lulley, lully
The faucon hath born my mak away

He bare hym up, he bare hym down
He bare hym into an orchard brown

In that orchard ther was an hall
That was hanged with purpill and pall

And in that hall ther was a bede
Hit was hangid with gold so rede

And yn that bede ther lythe a knyght
His wowndes bledyng day and nyght

By that bedes side ther kneleth a may
And she wepeth both nyght and day

And by that bedes side ther stondith a ston
"Corpus Christi" wretyn theron