Duration6 minutes

Program note:

Lullay, Lully,
The falcon hath born my mate away.

He bore him up, he bore him down,
He bore him to an orchard brown.

In that orchard there was a hall,
That was hung with purple and pall.

And in that hall there was a bed,
It was hung with gold so red.

And in that bed there lieth a knight,
His wounds bleeding day and night.

By that bedside there kneeleth a maid,
And she weepeth both night and day.

And by that bedside there standeth a stone,
"Corpus Christi" written thereon.

Anonymous, ca. 1504