Classic Poem

So well is me begone,
Troly, loly—
So well is me begone,
Troly, loly.

Of serving men I will begin,
Troly, loly,
For they go mynon trim,
Troly, loly.

Of met and drink and feir clothing,
Troly, loly.
By dere God I want none,
Troly, loly.

His bonet is of fine scarlet,
Troly, loly,
With heer as black as geit,
Troly, loly.

His dublet is of fine satine,
Troly, loly,
His shert well maid and trime,
Troly, loly.

His coit it is so trime and rounde,
Troly, loly,
His kisse is worth a hundred pounde,
Troly, loly.

His hoise is of London black,
Troly, loly,
In him ther is no lack,
Troly, loly.

His face it is so lik a man,
Troly, loly,
Who can but love him than,
Troly, loly.

Whersoever he be, he hath my hert,
Troly, loly,
And shall to deth depart,