He bear her off, he bear her down
  He bear her into an orchard ground
  
  Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay
  The falcon hath bourne my mate away
  
  And in this orchard there was a hold
  That was hanged with purple and gold
  And in that hold there was a bed
  And it was hanged with gold so red
  
  Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay
  The falcon hath bourne my mate away
  
  And on this bed there lyeth a knight
  His wound is bleeding day and night
  By his bedside kneeleth a maid
  And she weepeth both night and day
  
  Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay
  The falcon hath bourne my mate away
  
  By his bedside standeth a stone
  Corpus christi written thereon