The book of British ballads . Right wele knowe ye, that women be Ful feble for to fyght;No womanhede is it indede To be bolde as a knyght:Yet, in such fere yf that ye wereWith enemyes day and nyght,I wolde withstande, with bowe in hande, To greve them as I myght,And you to save ; as women have From deth saved many one :For, in my mynde, of all mankyndeI love but you alone. Yet take good hede ; for ever I drede That ye coude not sustayneThe thornie wayes, the depe valeies,The snowe, the frost, the rayne,The colde, the hete : for, dry or wete, We must lodge on the playne ;And, us above, none oth

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The book of British ballads . Right wele knowe ye, that women be Ful feble for to fyght;No womanhede is it indede To be bolde as a knyght:Yet, in such fere yf that ye wereWith enemyes day and nyght,I wolde withstande, with bowe in hande, To greve them as I myght,And you to save ; as women have From deth saved many one :For, in my mynde, of all mankyndeI love but you alone. Yet take good hede ; for ever I drede That ye coude not sustayneThe thornie wayes, the depe valeies,The snowe, the frost, the rayne,The colde, the hete : for, dry or wete, We must lodge on the playne ;And, us above, none other rofe But a brake bush, or twayne ;Which sone sholde greve you, I beleve ; And ye wolde gladly thanThat I had to the grene wode go,Alone, a banyshed man. Syth I have here bene partynere With you of joy and blysse,I must also parte of your wo Endure, as reson is :Yet am I sure of one plesure ; And, shortely, it is this :That, where ye be, me semeth, perdS, I coude not fare more speche, I you beseche That we we

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