Classic Poem

Care away, away, away,
Murning away.
I am forsake,
Another is take,
No more murne ic may.

I am sory for her sake,
Ic may well ete and drinke;
Whanne ic slepe ic may not wake,
So muche on her ic thenke.

I am brout in suche a bale,
And brout in suche a pine,
Whanne ic rise up of my bed
Me liste well to dine.

I am brout in suche a pine,
Ibrout in suche a bale,
Whanne ic have righte good wine
Me liste drinke non ale.

Care away, away, away,
Murninge away!
I am forsake, another is take;
No more murne ich may.

I am sory for her sake,
Ich may wel ete and drinke;
When ich slepe ich may not wake,
So muche on her ich thinke.

I am brought in such a bale
And brought in such a pine,
When ich rise up of my bed
Me liste wel to dine.

I am brought in suche a pine,
Y-brought in such a bale,
When ich have right good wine
Me liste drinke non ale.