Blow Northerne Wynd Songtext
von Joglaresa

Blou, northerne wynd
Send thou me my suetyng!
Blou, northerne wynd
Blou, blou, blou!

Ichot a burd in boure bryht
That sely semly is on syht
Menskful maiden of myht
Feir ant fre to fonde

In al this wurhliche won
A burd of blod and of bon
Never mon y nuste non
Lussomore in londe

Blou, northerne wynd
Send thou me my suetyng!
Blou, northerne wynd
Blou, blou, blou!


For heo is dere worth in day
Graciouse, stout, and gay
Gentil, jolyf so the jay
Worhlich when heo waketh

Maiden murgest of mouth
Bi est, bi west, by north and south
Thér nis fithele ne crouth
That such murthes maketh

Blou, northerne wynd
Send thou me my suetyng!
Blou, northerne wynd
Blou, blou, blou!

Blou, northerne wynd
Send thou me my suetyng!
Blou, northerne wynd
Blou, blou, blou!

To Love, that leflich is in lond
I tolde him, as ich understond
How this hende hath in hond
On herte that min wes


And hire knightes me han soght
Siking, Sorewing, and Thought
Tho three me han in bale brought
Ageyn the power of Pees

Blou, northerne wynd
Send thou me my suetyng!
Blou, northerne wynd
Blou, blou, blou!

For hire love y carke ant care
For hire love y droupne ant dare
For hire love my blisse is bare ant
Al ich waxe won

For hire love in slep y slake
For hire love al nyht ich wake
For hire love mournynge y make
More than eny mon

Blou, northerne wynd
Send thou me my suetyng!
Blou, northerne wynd
Blou, blou, blou!

Blou, northerne wynd
Send thou me my suetyng!
Blou, northerne wynd
Blou, blou, blou!