Ah, Robin

Ah, Robin, gentle, Robin
Tell me how thy leman doth
And thou shalt know of mine
My lady is unkind I wis
Alack why is she so?
She lov’th another better than me
And yet she will say no
Ah, Robin, gentle, Robin
Tell me how thy leman doth
And thou shalt know of mine
I cannot think such doubleness
For I find women true
In faith my lady lov’th me well
She will change for no new
Ah, Robin, gentle, Robin
Tell me how thy leman doth
And thou shalt know of mine