My Love she mourn'th for me

My Love she mourn'th for me Cornysh, c1510

My love she mourn'th for me, for me
My love she mourn'th for me
Alas poor heart sen we depart
Mourn ye no more for me

O her kindness, her gentleness
What said she then to me
That God above her should not move
But still to mourn for me

Her for to say I took this way
I dispraised her beauty
Yet for all that stint would she not
So true of love was she

At last she wept, I to her leapt
And set her on my knee
The tears ran down, half in a swoon
It rued my heart to see

When I saw this I did her kiss
Therewith revived she
And her small waist full fast unlaced
And said she mourned for me

Then as I ought I me bethought
And prayed her for to ble
To take comfort of my report
And mourn no more for me

I shall not fail but sure retail
From all that other be
In well and woe my heart to go
With her that mourn'th for me

Thus here an end, good lord defend
All lovers that true be
And in especial from jeopardise all
My love that mourn'th for me