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