Corpus Christi Carol

He bear her off, he bear her down He bear her into an orchard ground Lu-li-lu-lay, lu-li-lu-lay The falcon hath borne 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 Lu-li-lu-lay, lu-li-lu-lay The falcon hath borne my mate away And on this bed there lieth a knight His wound is bleeding day and night By his bedside kneeleth a maid And she weepeth both night and day Lu-li-lu-lay, lu-li-lu-lay The falcon hath borne my mate away By his bedside standeth a stone Corpus Christi written thereon