Fare you well on the morrow I must leave
And I`m bound for a far and distant land
A tale would tell of my poor heart and how it grieves
So for you my love this sorrowful Pavan
I was born in Lincoln country
And the son of a country wife am I
Out of all the flowers growing wild in yon forest
You`re the fairest rose on which I`ve laid an eye
Love me hard with the dawn I`ll be gone
And I don`t know if I`ll be back again
God as my guard I`m the champion of the wronged
Off to holy wars to fight the Saracen
I was born in Lincoln country
And the son of a country wife am I
Out of all the flowers growing wild in yon forest
You`re the fairest rose on which I`ve laid an eye
While you`re away does your spouse turn a whore
Or a chastity belt maiden while crusader`s at war
I`m tired of my chain mail
My armour makes me sore
And it all seems so futile
Weep you will but my love I cannot stay
Dry your eyes and we`ll share a parting kiss
Wait until the advent of that day
When I`m home and gone is sadness as this
I was born in Lincoln country
And the son of a country wife am I
Out of all the flowers growing wild in yon forest
You`re the fairest rose on which I`ve laid an eye