The Whyle - Qntal

Alas, alas, the while

Thout I on no gile,

So have I good chaunce.

Alas, alas, the while

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 while

Thout I on no gile

Alas, alas, the while

Thout I on no gile,

So have I good chaunce.

Alas, alas, the while

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 while

Thout I on no gile

Alas, alas, the while

Thout I on no gile,

So have I good chaunce.

Alas, alas, the while

That ever I coude daunce.

Alas, alas, the while

Thout I on no gile,

So have I good chaunce.

Alas, alas, the while

That ever I coude daunce.