Down on the moor in a green old field, nThere lies a knight slain under his shield, nHis hounds they lie down at his feet, nSo well they can their master keep. nnThe bold knight above, nIf he see that angel with her love nThe bold knight above, nIf he could see that angel with her love. nnDown on the moor a fallow girl nas great with young for all the world. nShe lifted up his bloody head, nand kissed his wounds that were so red. nnChr. nnShe picked him up upon her back, nand carried him no hands attached. nShe buried him before their prime, nThen she was dead herself at even time, nnChr.