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 * Fra she be gone, heartless am I,

For quhy? thou art with her possest.
 * Therefore, my heart, go hence in high,

And bide with her thou luvis best.

Though this belappit body here
 * Be bound to servitude and thrall,

My faithful heart is free entier
 * And mind to serve my lady at all.
 * Would God that I were perigall

Under that redolent rose to rest!
 * Yet at the least, my heart, thou sall

Abide with her thou luvis best.

Sen in your garth the lily quhyte
 * May not remain amang the laif,

Adieu the flower of whole delite!
 * Adieu the succour that may me saif!
 * Adieu the fragrant balme suaif,

And lamp of ladies lustiest!
 * My faithful heart she shall it haif

To bide with her it luvis best.

Deploir, ye ladies cleir of hue,
 * Her absence, sen she must depart!

And, specially, ye luveris true
 * That wounded bene with Luvis dart.
 * For some of you sall want ane heart

As well as I; therefore at last
 * Do go with mine, with mind inwart,

And bide with her thou luvis best!