Undrentide Lyrics - Mediaeval Baebes

Befell so is the comessing of May 

When mirry and hot is the day 

(And) oway beth winter shours 

And every feld is full of flours 

And blosme breme on evry bough 

Overall wexeth mirry anough 

This ich quene Dame Heurodis 

Took two maidens of pris 

And went in an undrentide 

To play by an orchard side 

To see the floures sprede and spring 

(And) to here the fowles sing 

They set hem down all three 

Under a faire impe-tree 

And wel sone this faire quene 

Fell on slepe opon the grene 

The maidens durst hir nought awake 

Bot lete hir ligge and rest take 

(So) she slepe till after none 

That undrentide was all ydone 

(That undrentide was all ydone) 

Ac as sone (as) she gan awake 

She cried and lothly bere gan make 

She froted hir honden and hir feet 

And cracched hir visage, it blede weet 

Hir riche robe hie all to-rett 

And was reveyd out of hir wit 

The two maidens hir beside 

No durst with hir no leng abide 

Bot urn to the palais full right 

And tolde bothe squier and knight 

That her quene awede wold 

And bad hem go and hir athold 

Knightes urn and levedis also 

Damisels sexty and mo 

In they orchard to the quene hie come 

And hir up in her armes nome 

And brought hir to bed atte last 

And held hir there fine fast 

Ac ever she held in o cry 

And wolde up and owy