Wel, thou canst see by the weye I walke
I am a lover man, no tyme to speke
Songes loud and wyfes warm
Hadde I been kicked around syn I was bore
And now it is goode, it is well
And thou mighte look the other weye
We cunne to understonde
The lustful innes effect on man
Be ye a sire or be ye wenche
So thou blivest quike, blivest quike
Feel the citee brekynge, everichon shakynge
And so we bliven quike, bliven quike
Ah, ha, ha, ha, bliven quike, bliven quike
Ah, ha, ha, ha, bliven quike
Wel now, I daunce low and I daunce high
And if neither can I get, soothly I fandie
Got wynges of hevene on my shoes
I dance oft and I can soothly nat losen
And now it is goode, it is well
I shall bliven another day
We cunne to understonde
The lustful innes effect on man
Lyfe goeth nowher, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Lyfe goeth nowher, somebody help me
So I blive quike