(Benjamin Britten) He bear her off, he bear her down He bear her into an orchard ground Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away And in this orchard there was a hold That was hanged with purple and gold And in that hold there was a bed And it was hanged with gold so red Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away And on this bed there lyeth a knight His wound is bleeding day and night By his bedside kneeleth a maid And she weepeth both night and day Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away By his bedside standeth a stone Corpus christi written thereon