Lyrics:
Blessed are your eyes that have seen
And your ears that have heard these wonderful words
(Wolde wolde wolde wolde)
Yeah, dem a fight against
he hath to holde
With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde
Fingres faire to folde
God wolde he were mine
Blow, northerne wind
Send thou me my sweting
Swetly
Hey brother man, where is your plan for every man
Yes if I, yes if I, if I de Wolde Wolde Wolde
If I should have everything that the world possess
upon erthe may be heghe broghte
Erthe upon erthe wolde be a kinge
Bot how erthe to erthe shall thinkes he no thinge
When erthe bredes erthe and his
they han ben
To catchen it with all here might
And whom they catchen it best wolde wene
Sannest it shet out of her sight
The shadewe catchen they
Ich was ein chint so wolgetan
Virgo dum florebam
Do brist mich diu werlt al omnibus placebam
La wolde ih an die wisen gan flores adunare
Do wolde
werlt al
Omnibus placebam
Hoy et oe
Maledicantur thylie
Iuxta viam posite
Maledicantur thylie
Iuxta viam posite
Da wolde ih an die wisen gan
Flores
wolde dyne betyme
It wolde doo you moche gode
Robyn was a prude outlaw
Whyles he walked on grounde
So curteyse an outlawe as he was one
Was never non
wolde ich an die wissen gan
Flores adunare do wolde mich ein ungetan
Ibi deflorare er nam mich bi der wizen hant
Sed non indecenter
Er wist mich diu wise
wolde ich an die wissen gan
Flores adunare do wolde mich ein ungetan
Ibi deflorare hoy et oe
Maledicantur thylie iuxta viam posite
Er nam mich bi der
wolde,
Ant fingers feyre to folde,
God wolde hue were myn!
Blou, northerne wynd!
to holde
With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde
Ant fingres feyre for to folde
God wolde hue were myn! Blow northerne wynd
Send thou me my suetyng blow northerne
wolde ih an die wisen gan flores adunare
Do wolde mich ein ungetan ibi deflorare
Hoy et oe! Maledicantur thylie
Iuxta viam posite
"Iz stat ein linde
they han ben
To catchen it with all here might.
And whom they catchen it best wolde wene,
Sannest it shet out of her sight,
The shadewe catchen
they han ben
To catchen it with all here might.
And whom they catchen it best wolde wene,
Sannest it shet out of her sight,
The shadewe catchen
Dis 'n Saterdag aand hier in die noorde
En die wolde winde waai hier deur die bome
Ou Gertjie speel 'n liedjie en ons party
Om Boet sluk toe sy moed
Alas for lak of her presens,
Whom I serve and shall as long,
Tyll deth my lyff departe from hens!
Absens it is that wolde me wrong
And thus is
Mengist yihun le Ab, le Wolde, le Menfes kiddus kiddus kiddus
(Glory be to the Father, to the Son and to the Holy Spirit)
Haile Selassie I Jah Ras
sight,
A maid hir childe rockynge.
The maiden wolde withouten song
Hir childe aslepe to brynge;
The childe him thought sche ded him wrong,
And bad his
I love, loved, and loved wolde I be
In stedfast fayth and trouth with assuraunce
Then bownden were I such one faythfully
To love, thowe I do fere
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