Аноним (2) - Fowles in the frith - текст песни (слова)

Fowles in the frith,  
The fisshes in the flood, 
And I mon waxe wood 
Much sorwe I walke with 
For beste of boon and blood.  
fowles: birds 
frith: woods 
mon waxe wood: must go mad 
sorwe: sorrow 
boon: bone