Then was I made a young knight’s bride.
And then my love built me a bower,
Bedeckt with many a fragrant flower;
A braver bower you never did see
Then my true-love did build for me.
But there came thieves late in the night,
They rob’d my bower, and slew my knight,
And after that my knight was slain,
I could no longer there remain.
My servants all from me did flye,