John Fleagle — Blow Northerne Wynd lyrics

Lyrics

Blow, northerne wynd
Send thou me my suetyng!
Blow, northerne wynd
Blou, blou, blou!
Ichot a burde in bour bryht
That fully semly is on syht
Menskful maiden of myht
Feir ant fre to fond;
In al this wurhlich won
A burde of blod and of bon
Never yete y nust non
Lussomore in lond
Heo is derworthe in day
Gracious, stout, and gay
Gentil, jolyf so the jay
Worhlich when heo waketh
Maiden murgest of mouth;
Bi est, bi west, by north and south
Thér nis fithel ne crouth
That such murths maketh
To Love, that leflich is in londe
I tolde him, as ich understonde
How this hende hath hent in honde
On herte that min wes
And hire knightes me han so soght
Siking, Sorewing, and Thought
Tho three me han in bale brought
Ageyn the power of Pees
For hir love y carke ant car
For hir love y droupne ant dar
For hir love my blisse is bar
Ant al ich wax won;
For hir love in slep y slak
For hir love al nyht ich wak
For hir love mournynge y mak
Mor then eny mon