Letra de Blow Northerne Wynd
Blow northerne wynd Send thou me my seting Blow, northerene wynd Blow! Blow! Blow! Ichot a burde in bowre bright Pat sully semly is on sight Menskful maiden of might Fair and fre to fonde In al this wurhliche won A burde of blod and of bon Neverzete I nuste non Lussomore in londe Hire lure lumes light Ase a launterne anight Hire bleo blikieth so bright So fair he is and fyn A swetly swire heo hap no holde With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde And fingres faire for to folde God wolde he were myn! For hire loue in slep y slake For hire loue al nyht ich wake For hire loue mournyng y make Mor then eny mon