Blow Northern Wind - Mediaeval Baebes

Blow, northerne wind

Send thou me my sweting

Blow, northerne wind

Blow, blow, blow!

Ichot a burde in bowre bright

That sully semly is on sight

Menskful maiden of might

Fair and fre to fonde

In all this wurhliche won

A burde of blod and of bon

Never yet I nuste non

Lussomore in lode

Blow, northerne wind

Send thou me my sweting

Blow, northerne wind

Blow, blow, blow!

Hire lure lumes light

Ase a launterne anight

Hire be blikieth so bright

So fair he is and fine

Swetly swire he hath to holde

With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde

And fingres faire for to folde

God wolde she were mine

Blow, northerne wind

Send thou me my sweting

Blow, northerne wind

Blow, blow, blow!

To Love I putte pleintes mo How Siking me hath siwed so And eke Thoght me thrat to slo

With maistry yef he mighte

And Sorewe sore in balful bende

The he wolde for this hende

Me lede to my lives ende

Unlahfulliche in lighte

Blow, northerne wind

Send thou me my sweting

Blow, northerne wind

Blow, blow, blow!