Grevus is my sorow:
Both evene and morow
Unto myselfe alone
Thus do I make my mone,
That unkindness haith killed me
And put me to this paine.
Alas! what remedy
That I cannot refraine?

Whan other men doith sleipe
Thene do I sigh and weipe,
All ragius in my bed,
As one for paines neire ded.
That unkindness haith killed me
And put me to this paine,
Alas! what remedy
That I cannot refraine?

Wo worth trust untrusty!
Wo worth love unloved!
Wo worth hap unblamed!
Wo worth faut unnamed!
Thus unkindly to kill me
And put me to this paine,
Now! alas! what remedy
That I cannot refraine?

My last will here I make:
To God my soule I betake,
And my wreched body
As erth in a hole to lie.
For unkindness to kill me
And put me to this paine,
Alas! what remedy
That I cannot refraine?

O! harte, I thee bequeth
To him that is my deth.
If that no harte haith he
My harte his shall be.
Though unkindness haith killed me
And put me to this paine,
Yet, if my body die,
My hert cannot refraine.

Placebo, dilexi—
Com, weipe this obsequye;
My mournares, dolfully,
Come weipe this psalmody.
For unkindness haith killed me
And put me to this paine:
Behold this wreched body
That your unkindness haith slaine.

Now I besich all ye,
Namely, that lovers be,
My love my deth forgive
And soffer him to live.
Though unkindness haith killed me
And put me to this paine,
Yet had I rether die
For his sake ons againe.

My tombe it shall be blewe
In tokene that I was trewe:
To bringe my love frome doute
It shall be written aboute:
‘That unkindness haith killed me
And put me to this paine:
Behold this wreched body
That your unkindness haith slaine.’