The Whyle Songtext
von QNTAL

Alas, alas, the whyle
Thout I on no gile
So have I good chaunce
Alas, alas, the whyle
That ever I coude daunce

Lad I the daunce a missomer day
I made smale trippes, soth fore to say
Jak, oure haly water clerk, com be the way
And he lokede me upon; he thout I was gay
Thout I on no gile

Alas, alas, the whyle
Thout I on no gile
Alas, alas, the whyle
Thout I on no gile
So have I good chaunce
Alas, alas, the whyle
That ever I coude daunce
That ever I coude daunce


Jak, ic wot priyede in my faire face
He thout me full worly, so have I good grace
As we turnden oure daunce in a narrowe place
Jak bed me the mouth, a kussinge ther was
Thout I on no gile

Alas, alas, the whyle
Thout I on no gile
Alas, alas, the whyle
Thout I on no gile
So have I good chaunce
Alas, alas, the whyle
That ever I coude daunce
That ever I coude daunce

Alas, alas, the whyle
Thout I on no gile
So have I good chaunce
Alas, alas, the whyle
That ever I coude daunce
That ever I coude daunce