Besse Bunting - Mediaeval Baebes

In Aprell and in May

When hartes be all mery

Besse Bunting, the millaris may

Withe lippes so red as chery

She cast in hir remembrance

To passe hir time in daliance

And to leve hir thought driery

Right womanly arayd

In a peticote of whit

She was nothing dismayd

Hir countenance was full light