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 narrowe 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.
1 | Winter |
2 | Ad Mortem Festinamus |
3 | Entre Moi Et Mon Amin |
4 | Entre Moi et Mon Ami |
5 | Falling Star |
6 | Ecce Gratum |
7 | Ecce Gratum (Club Mix) |
8 | Obscure |
9 | Maravillosos |
10 | Von den Elben |