Blow, northerne wynd,
 Send thou me my suetyng!
 Blow, northerne wynd,
 Blou, blou, blou!

 Ichot a burde in bour{.e} bryht,
 That fully semly is on syht,
 Menskful maiden of myht,
 Feir ant fre to fond{.e};
 In al this wurhlich{.e} won,
 A burde of blod and of bon
 Never yete y nust{.e} non
 Lussomore in lond{.e}.

 With lokk{.e}s lefliche and long{.e},
 With frount and fac{.e} feir to fong{.e},
 With murth{.e}s moni{.e} mote heo mong{.e},
 That brid so breme in bour{.e};
 With lossom ey{.e}, grete ant god{.e},
 With browen blysfol under hod{.e};
 He that reste him on the rod{.e}
 That leflich lyf honour{.e}!

 Hire lur{.e} lum{.e}s liht
 Ase a launterne a nyht,
 Hire bleo blykyeth so bryht:
 So feyr heo is ant fyn!
 A suetly suyre heo hath to hold{.e},
 With arm{.e}s, shuldr{.e}, ase mon wold{.e},
 Ant fyngres feyr{.e} fort{.e} fold{.e},
 God wolde hue wer{.e} myn!

 Middel heo hath menskful smal;
 Hire loveliche cher{.e} as cristal;
 They{.e}s, legg{.e}s, fet, ant al,
 Ywraht is of the best{.e}.
 A lussum ledy last{.e}les
 That sweting is, and ever wes;
 A betere burd{.e} never nes
 Yhery{.e}d with the hest{.e}.

 Heo is der{.e}worthe in day,
 Gracious{.e}, stout, and gay,
 Gentil, jolyf so the jay,
 Worhlich{.e} when heo waketh.
 Maiden murgest of mouth;
 Bi est, bi west, by north and south,
 Thér nis fithel{.e} ne crouth
 That such murth{.e}s maketh.

 Heo is coral of godness{.e},
 Heo is rubie of ryhtfulness{.e},
 Heo is cristal of clanness{.e},
 Ant baner of bealté;
 Heo is lilie of largess{.e},
 Heo is paruenke of prouess{.e},
 Heo is solsecle of suetness{.e},
 Ant ledy of lealté.

...
 For hir{.e} love y carke ant car{.e},
 For hir{.e} love y droupne ant dar{.e},
 For hir{.e} love my blisse is bar{.e},
 Ant al ich wax{.e} won;
 For hir{.e} love in slep y slak{.e},
 For hir{.e} love al nyht ich wak{.e},
 For hir{.e} love mournynge y mak{.e}
 Mor{.e} then eny mon.