All my joy.

I have been ready at your hand
To grant what ever you would crave
I have waged life and land
Your love and good will for to have.

I bought thee kerchiefs to thy head
Those were wrought fine and gallantly
I kept thee both at board and bed
This cost my purse well laboredly.

I bought thee petticoats of the best
The cloth so fine as fine might be
I gauge thee jewels for thy chest
And all this cost I spent on thee.

My smock of silk, both faired and white
With gold embroidered gorgeously
Thy petticoat of Sandal right
And thus I bought thee gladly.

Thy girdle of gold so red
With pearls bedecked sumptuously
The like no other lasses had
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Thy purse and eke thy gay guilt knives
Thy in case gallant to the eye
No better wore the Burgesses wipes
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Thy crimson stockings all of silk
With gold all wrought above the knee
Thy pumps as white as was the milk
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Thy gown was of the grassy green
Thy sleeves of Satan hanging by
This made thee be our harvest Queen
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Thy garters fringed with the gold
And silver eaglets hanging by
This made thee blithe for to behold
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

My gayest gelding I you gave
To ride where ever liked thee
No Lady ever was so brave
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

My men were clothed all in green
And they did ever wait on thee
Al this was gallant to be seen
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

They set thee up, they took thee down
They served thee with humilities
Thy footed might not once touch the ground
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

For eerie morning when thou rose
I sent thee dainties orderly
To cheer thy stomach from all woes
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Thou couldest desire no earthly thing
But still thou hardest it readily
Thy music still to play and sing
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

And who did pay for all this geared
That thou didst spend when pleased thee?
Even I that am reelected here
And thou disdain to love me.

Well, I will pray to God on hire
That thou my constancies moist see
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouch safe to love me.

Greenflies now farewell a due
God I pray to prosper thee
For I am still thy lover true
Come once again and love me...