Lyrics

[Refrayn] Alas, alas, the whyle Thout I on no gile So have I good chaunce Alas, alas, the whyle That ever I coude daunce [Vers 1] Lad I the daunce a missomer day I made smale trippes, soth fore to say Jak, oure haly water clerk, com be the way And he lokede me upon; he thout I was gay Thout I on no gile [Refrayn] Alas, alas, the whyle Thout I on no gile Alas, alas, the whyle Thout I on no gile So have I good chaunce Alas, alas, the whyle That ever I coude daunce That ever I coude daunce [Vers 2] Jak, ic wot priyede in my faire face He thout me full worly, so have I good grace As we turnden oure daunce in a narrowe place Jak bed me the mouth; a kussinge ther was Thout I on no gile [Refrayn] Alas, alas, the whyle Thout I on no gile Alas, alas, the whyle Thout I on no gile So have I good chaunce Alas, alas, the whyle That ever I coude daunce That ever I coude daunce [Refrayn] Alas, alas, the whyle Thout I on no gile So have I good chaunce Alas, alas, the whyle That ever I coude daunce That ever I coude daunce