[00:00.67]Undrentide -中世纪宝贝
[01:00.551]Befell so in the comessing of may
[01:05.159]When mirry and hot is the day
[01:09.376]Oway beth winter shours
[01:13.158]And every feld is full of flours
[01:16.819]And blosme breme on evry bough
[01:20.884]Overall wexeth mirry anough
[01:25.113]This ich quene dame heurodis
[01:29.137]Took two maidens of pris
[01:32.988]And went in an undrentide
[01:36.623]To play by an orchard side
[01:40.421]To see the floures sprede and spring
[01:44.887]To here the fowles sing
[01:48.213]They set hem down all three
[01:51.748]Under a faire impe tree
[01:55.464]And wel sone this faire quene
[01:59.169]Fell on slepe opon the grene
[02:22.678]The maidens durst hir nought awake
[02:26.823]Bot lete hir ligge and rest take
[02:30.957]She slepe till after none
[02:34.734]That undrentide was all ydone
[02:38.922]That undrentide was all ydone
[02:43.28]Ac as sone as she gan awake
[02:47.136]She cried and lothly bere gan make
[02:51.192]She froted hir honden and hir feet
[02:55.824]And cracched hir visage it blede weet
[03:00.232]Hir riche robe hie all to rett
[03:04.384]And was reveyd out of hir wit
[03:27.512]The two maidens hir beside
[03:31.598]No durst with hir no leng abide
[03:36.58]Bot urn to the palais full right
[03:40.289]And tolde bothe squier and knight
[03:44.41]That her quene awede wold
[03:47.873]And bad hem go and hir athold
[03:51.940]Knightes urn and levedis also
[03:56.819]Damisels sexty and mo
[04:00.511]In they orchard to the quene hie come
[04:05.00]And hir up in her armes nome
[04:09.457]And brought hir to bed atte last
[04:13.352]And held hir there fine fast
[04:17.123]Ac ever she held in o cry
[04:21.128]And wolde up and owy

Undrentide -中世纪宝贝
Befell so in the comessing of may
When mirry and hot is the day
Oway beth winter shours
And every feld is full of flours
And blosme breme on evry bough
Overall wexeth mirry anough
This ich quene dame heurodis
Took two maidens of pris
And went in an undrentide
To play by an orchard side
To see the floures sprede and spring
To here the fowles sing
They set hem down all three
Under a faire impe tree
And wel sone this faire quene
Fell on slepe opon the grene
The maidens durst hir nought awake
Bot lete hir ligge and rest take
She slepe till after none
That undrentide was all ydone
That undrentide was all ydone
Ac as sone as she gan awake
She cried and lothly bere gan make
She froted hir honden and hir feet
And cracched hir visage it blede weet
Hir riche robe hie all to rett
And was reveyd out of hir wit
The two maidens hir beside
No durst with hir no leng abide
Bot urn to the palais full right
And tolde bothe squier and knight
That her quene awede wold
And bad hem go and hir athold
Knightes urn and levedis also
Damisels sexty and mo
In they orchard to the quene hie come
And hir up in her armes nome
And brought hir to bed atte last
And held hir there fine fast
Ac ever she held in o cry
And wolde up and owy