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, gentle Robin,
Tell me how thy leman doth
And thou shalt know of mine.

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