He bear her off, he bear her down* He bear her into an orchard ground Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away And in this orchard there was a hold That was hanged with purple and gold And in that hold there was a bed And it was hanged with gold so red Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away And on this bed there lyeth a knight His wound is bleeding day and night By his bedside kneeleth a maid And she weepeth both night and day Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away By his bedside standeth a stone Corpus christi written thereon