I must go walk the woods so wild
And wander here and there
In dred and dedly fere
For where I trusted,I am begild
And all for one
Thus am I banisshed from by blis
By craft and false pretens
Fautles without offens
As of return no certen is
And all for fere of one
The ronning stremes shall be my drinke
Acorns schall be my fode
Nothing may do me good
But when your bewty I do think
And all for love of one