Hey downe downe. heave and ho, Rumbelo, follow me my sweet heart, follow me where I goe. Shall I goe walke the woods so wild, wandering here and there as I was once full sore beguild what remedy though alas for love I die with woe. Oft have I ridden upon my gray nag and with his cut tayle he plaid the wag and down he fell upon his cragge fa la re la, la ri dan dino.