I have been in serious cossirier
For a knight I have had
I want it to be always known
How I have loved him to sober
Well I would like my knight
To have an evening and my arms nut
Because I am more beautiful
Not made Floris de Blanchaflor
Now see that I am betrayed
Because I did not give him my love
Where have I been in great error
In bed and when I am dressed
I would like well
Beautiful friends, grandparents and good
When will I hold you and my power?
And that I have with you an evening
And that I give you a low love
Well I would