As you came from that holy land of Walsingham

Met you not with my true love

By the way as you came.

How should I, for your true love, know

That I've met maybe a world As I came through that holy land

That have come, that have gone.

She is neither one.

Nor brown, but as the hem she is fair.

There is none ever found so divine on the earth.

in the air Such a wonder I meet good

Such an angelic face Who appeared like a nymph

Like a queen in her gate, in her grace.

She hath left me here all alone, all alone as unknown.

Who sometimes did me lead with her son, and be loved as her own.

What's the cause she leaves you alone and a new weight of take?

Oh, sometimes did you lead with a thrill, and a joy did you make.

I have loved her all my youth, and now all as you see.

Love likes not the falling fruit from the withered tree.

Know that love is a careless

And forgets from his past He is blind, he is deaf

when he loosed, and of faith never found.