The Wake at the Well

I have forsworne it whil I live
To wake the well-ey.
The last time I the well woke,
Sir John caght me with a croke;
He made me to swere be bell and boke
I shuld not tell-ey.

Yet he did me a well wors turne;
He leide my hed again the burne;
He gave my maidenhed a spurne
And rove my kell-ey.

Sir John came to oure hous to play
Fro evensong time til light of the day;
We made as mery as flowres in May—
I was begiled-ey.

Sir John he came to our hous;
He made it wonder copious;
He seid that I was gracious
To beire a childe-ey.

I go with childe, well I wot;
I schrew the fader that it gate,
Withouten he finde it milke and pap
A long while-ey.

Brian is my name iet.
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