Lully, lulley, lully, lulley, <br /> The faucon hath borne my make away. <br /> He bare him up, he bare him down, <br /> He bare him into an orchard brown. <br /> In that orchard there was an halle <br /> That hanged with purpill and pall. <br /> And in that hall there was a bede; <br /> It was hanged with gold so rede. <br /> And in that bed there lithe a knight, <br /> His woundes bleding day and night. <br /> <br /> By that bede side kneleth a may, <br /> And she wepeth both night and day. <br /> <br /> And by that bede side there stondeth a stone, <br /> Corpus Christi wreten there on.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lully-lulley/
