I loved a child of this countrie

I loved a child of this countrie,
And so I wend he had do me;
Now my-self the sooth I see,
That he is far.
Were it undo that is y-do
I would be-war.

He said to me he would be true;
And change me for none other new;
Now I sykke and am pale of hue,
For he is far.
Were it undo that is y-do
I would be-war.

He said his saws he would fulfil,
Therefore I let him have all his will;
Now I sykke and mourne still,
For he is far.
Were it undo that is y-do
I would be-war.
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