Paroles:
Mediaeval Baebes Mirabilis

Era il giorno ch?al sol si scolararo per la pieta del suo fattore i rai quando i? fui preso, et non me ne guardai, che i be? vostr?occhi, Donna mi legaro

Of on that is so fair and bright, Velud maris stella, Brighter than the dayes light, Parens et puella: Ic crye to thee ? thou se to me- Levedy, preye

Lhiannan Shee! Ta mee clashtyn kinjagh T?ou geamagh orrym trooid oie as laa: Cha noddyms cur graih nish er ben marvaanagh She mish my lomarcan trooid

Laetabundus rediit avium concentus, ver iocundum prodiit, gaudeat iuventus, nova ferens gaudia; modo vernant omnia, Phoebus serenatur, redolens temperiem

Are you going to Scarborough Fayre Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme Remember me to one who lives there He was once a true love of mine Have him find me

The sunnes cours, we may well kenne, Ariseth est and goth down west: The rivers into the see they renne And it is never the more almest; Windes rosheth

Come my swete, come my flour Come my culver, myn owne bour Come my moder, now with me For hevyn quene I make thee My swete sone withal my love I come

I must go walk the wood so wild And wander here and there In dred and deadly fere For where I trusted I am begeld And all for love of one Thus am I banished