A Bachelor's Wife

A, a, a, a,
Yet I love wherso I go.

In all this warld nis a merier life
Than is a yong man withouten a wife,
For he may liven withouten strife
In every place wherso he go.

In every place he is loved over all
Among maidens gret and small,
In daunsing, in pipinge, and renning at the ball,
In every place wherso he go.

They lat light be husbondmen
Whan they at the ball rene;
They cast hir love to yong men
In every place wherso they go.

Than sey maides, " Farwell, Jacke,
Thy love is pressed all in thy pake;
Thou berest thy love behind thy back,
In every place wherso thou go! "

A, a, a, a,
Yet I love whereso I go.

In all this world n'is a meryer life
Than is a yong man withouten a wife;
For he may liven withouten strife
In every place whereso he go.

In every place he is loved over all
Among maidens grete and small,
In dauncing, in piping, and renning at the ball,
In every place whereso he go.

They let light by husbandmen
When they at the balle ren;
They cast her love to yonge men
In every place whereso he go.

Then say maidens: " Farewell, Jack!
Thy love is pressed all in thy pack;
Thou berest thy love behind thy back",
In every place whereso he go.
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