Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (1863–1944). The Oxford Book of Ballads. 1910.
100100. The Falcon
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The faucon bath borne my make away!
He bare him up, he bare him down,
He bare him into an orchard brown.
In that orchard there was an halle,
That was hangéd with purple and pall.
And in that hall there was a bed,
It was hangéd with gold sa red.
And in that bed there li’th a knight,
His woundés bleeding day and night.
At that bed’s foot there li’th a hound,
Licking the blood as it runs down.
By that bed-side kneeleth a may,
And she weepeth both night and day.
And at that bed’s head standeth a stone,
Corpus Christi written thereon.
Lully, lulley! lully, lulley!
The faucon bath borne my make away.
make] mate.pall] fine cloth.may] maiden.