Letra de The whyle

Alas, alas, the while Thout I on no gile, So have I good chaunce. Alas, alas, the while That ever I coude daunce. 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. Alas, alas, the while Thout I on no gile, So have I good chaunce. Alas, alas, the while That ever I coude daunce. 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 narwe place, Jak bed me the mouth, a kussinge ther was- Thout I on no gile. Alas, alas, the while Thout I on no gile, So have I good chaunce. Alas, alas, the while That ever I coude daunce.