Lyrics Blow Northern Wind - Mediæval Bæbes
                                                Blow, 
                                                northerne 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Send 
                                                thou 
                                                me 
                                                my 
                                                sweting
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow, 
                                                northerne 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow, 
                                                blow, 
                                                blow!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ichot 
                                                    a 
                                                burde 
                                                in 
                                                bowre 
                                                bright
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                sully 
                                                semly 
                                                is 
                                                on 
                                                sight
 
                                    
                                
                                                Menskful 
                                                maiden 
                                                of 
                                                might
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fair 
                                                and 
                                                fre 
                                                to 
                                                fonde
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                all 
                                                this 
                                                wurhliche 
                                                won
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                burde 
                                                of 
                                                blod 
                                                and 
                                                of 
                                                bon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                yet 
                                                    I 
                                                nuste 
                                                non
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lussomore 
                                                in 
                                                lode
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow, 
                                                northerne 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Send 
                                                thou 
                                                me 
                                                my 
                                                sweting
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow, 
                                                northerne 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow, 
                                                blow, 
                                                blow!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hire 
                                                lure 
                                                lumes 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ase 
                                                    a 
                                                launterne 
                                                anight
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hire 
                                                be 
                                                blikieth 
                                                so 
                                                bright
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                fair 
                                                he 
                                                is 
                                                and 
                                                fine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swetly 
                                                swire 
                                                he 
                                                hath 
                                                to 
                                                holde
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                armes, 
                                                shuldre 
                                                ase 
                                                mon 
                                                wolde
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                fingres 
                                                faire 
                                                for 
                                                to 
                                                folde
 
                                    
                                
                                                God 
                                                wolde 
                                                she 
                                                were 
                                                mine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow, 
                                                northerne 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Send 
                                                thou 
                                                me 
                                                my 
                                                sweting
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow, 
                                                northerne 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow, 
                                                blow, 
                                                blow!
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                Love 
                                                    I 
                                                putte 
                                                pleintes 
                                                mo
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                Siking 
                                                me 
                                                hath 
                                                siwed 
                                                so
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                eke 
                                                Thoght 
                                                me 
                                                thrat 
                                                to 
                                                slo
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                maistry 
                                                yef 
                                                he 
                                                mighte
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                Sorewe 
                                                sore 
                                                in 
                                                balful 
                                                bende
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                he 
                                                wolde 
                                                for 
                                                this 
                                                hende
 
                                    
                                
                                                Me 
                                                lede 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                lives 
                                                ende
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unlahfulliche 
                                                in 
                                                lighte
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow, 
                                                northerne 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Send 
                                                thou 
                                                me 
                                                my 
                                                sweting
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow, 
                                                northerne 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow, 
                                                blow, 
                                                blow!
 
                                    
                                
                            1 I Am Eve
2 Glass Window
3 Slay Me Suddenly
4 The Snake
5 The Circle of the Lustful
6 Laude novella
7 There Is No Rose of Swych Vertu
8 Lick the Maypole
9 Razreesh
10 Byrd One Brere
11 Dringo Bell
12 The Rose
13 L'amour de moi
14 The Woods and the Rivers Are Silent
15 Spiriti
16 The Sour Grove
17 Blow Northern Wind
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