Byrd one brere, brid, brid one brere 

Kynd is come of love, love to crave 

Blythful biryd, on me thu rewe 

Or grayth, lef, greith thu me my grave 



Hic am so blithe, so brighit brid one brere 

Quan I se that ende in halle 

Yhe is quit of lime, loveli trewe 

The is fayr and flur of alle 



Mikte hic hire at wille have 

Stedefast of love, loveli trewe 

Of me sorwe yhe may me saven 

Ioye and blisse were eere me newe