Slay Me Suddenly - Mediaeval Baebes

Your yen two woll sle me sodenly!

I may the beute of them not sustene

So wondeth is throrowout my herte kene

And, but your word woll helen hastely

My hertes wound, while that it is grene

Your yen two woll sle me sodenly!

I may the beute of them not sustene

Upon my trouth, I sey you feithfully

That ye ben of my liffe and deth the quene

For with my deth the trouth shall be sene

So hath your beaute fro your herte chased

Pitee, that me n’availeth not to plaine

For Danger, halt your mercy in his chaine

Giltless, my deth thus have ye me purchased!

I sey you soth, me nedeth not to feine

So hath your beaute fro your herte chased

Pitee, that me n’availeth not to plaine

Alas!

That Nature hath in you compassed

So grete beaute that no man may attaine

To mercy, though he sterve for the paine

Your yen two woll sle me sodenly!

I may the beute of them not sustene

So wondeth is throrowout my herte kene

And, but your word woll helen hastely

My hertes wound, while that it is grene