Ah, Robin

Ah, Robin, gentle Robin
Tell me how thy leman doth
And thou shalt know of mine
Ah, Robin …
My lady is unkind, iwis
Alac why is she so?
She lov’th another better than me
And yet she will say no
Ah, Robin

I cannot think such doubleness
For I find women true;
In faith my lady lov’th me well
She will change for no new
Ah, Robin