Corpus Christi Carol

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 borne my mate away

And in that 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 borne my mate away

And on this bed there lieth 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 borne my mate away

By his bedside standeth a stone
Corpus Christi written thereon