1.

Betweeni March and Averil,
When spray beginneth to spring,
The little fowl hath her will
On her voice to sing.
I live in love-longing
For seemliest of allë thing;
She may me blisse bring;
 I am in her bandoun.
  A happy hap I have y-hent;
  Shot from Heaven it is me sent;
  From all women my love is lent
  And lights on Alysoun.

2.

In hue her hair is fair enough,
Her browe brown, her eyen black;
With lovesome cheer she on me laughs,
With middle small and well i-make.
Unless she will me to her take
For to be her owne make
Desire to live I shall forsake
 And lifeless fall adown.
  A happy hap, I have y-hent;
  Shot from Heaven it is me sent;
  From all women my love is lent,
  And lights on Alysoun.

3.

At nights when I do toss and wake
For this my cheeks they waxen wan,
Lady, all for thine sake
Longing ever spurs me on.
On earth there's not so wise a man,
That all her bounty tellëcan,
Her neck is whiter than the swan—
 The fairest maid in town!
  A happy hap I have y-hent;
  Shot from Heaven it is me sent;
  From all women my love is lent,
  And lights on Alysoun.

4.

I am with wowing all forwake,
Weary as water in wear.
Lest any take from me my make,
I have i-yearnèd yore.
But better to suffer a while sore
Than mourn for ever more.
Most graceful under gore!
 Hearken to my roun!
  A happy hap I have y-hent;
  Shot from Heaven it is me sent;
  From all women my love is lent,
  And lights on Alysoun.