Chorus: An hendy hap ichabbe yhent; Ichot, from hevene it is me sent; From alle wymmen mi loue is lent, And lyght on Alysoun. Bytuen{.e} Mersh and Averil, When spray biginneth to spring{.e}, The lutel foul hath hir{.e} wyl On hyr{.e} lud to syng{.e}. Ich libbe in love longing{.e} For semlokest of all{.e} thing{.e}. He may me bliss{.e} bring{.e}; Icham in hire baundoun. Niht{.e}s when y wende and wak{.e}, Forthi myn wong{.e}s waxeth won; Levedi, al for thin{.e} sak{.e} Longinge is ylent me on. In world nis non so wyter mon, That al hire bounté tell{.e} con. Hire swyre is whittore then the swon, And feyrest may in toune. Icham for wowyng al forwake, Wery so water in wor{.e}. Lest eny rev{.e} me my mak{.e}, Ychabbe y-yern{.e}d yor{.e}. Betere is tholien whyl{.e} sor{.e} Then mournen evermor{.e}. Geynest under gor{.e}, Herkn{.e} to my roun.