🎶He bear her off, he bear her down
He bear her into an orchard ground
The falcon hath bourne my mate away
And in that orchard, there was a hold
That was hanged with purple and gold
And in that hold, there was a bed
And it was hanged with gold so red
And on this bed, there lyeth a knight
His wound is bleeding day and night
By his bedside kneeleth a maid
And she weepeth both night and day
By his bedside standeth a stone
Corpus Christi written thereon🎶