Blow, northerne wind 

Send thou me my sweting 

Blow, northerne wind 

Blow, blow, blow! 



Ichot a burde in bowre bright 

That sully semly is on sight 

Menskful maiden of might 

Fair and fre to fonde 

In all this wurhliche won 

A burde of blod and of bon 

Never yet I nuste non 

Lussomore in lode 



Blow, northerne wind 

Send thou me my sweting 

Blow, northerne wind 

Blow, blow, blow! 



Hire lure lumes light 

Ase a launterne anight 

Hire be blikieth so bright 

So fair he is and fine 

Swetly swire he hath to holde 

With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde 

And fingres faire for to folde 

God wolde she were mine 



Blow, northerne wind 

Send thou me my sweting 

Blow, northerne wind 

Blow, blow, blow! 



To Love I putte pleintes mo 

How Siking me hath siwed so 

And eke Thoght me thrat to slo 

With maistry yef he mighte 

And Sorewe sore in balful bende 

The he wolde for this hende 

Me lede to my lives ende 

Unlahfulliche in lighte 



Blow, northerne wind 

Send thou me my sweting 

Blow, northerne wind 

Blow, blow, blow!