Full Lyrics
Benedicite what dremyd I this nyʒt
methought the worlde was turnyd upsodowne
the son the moone hade lost ther force and lyʒt
the see also drowned both towre and towne.
Yett more mervell how that I hard the sownde
of onys voice saying bere in thy mynd
thy lady hath forgoten to be kynd.
