Ah, Robin, gentle, Robin

Tell me how thy leman doth

And thou shalt know of mine

My lady is unkind I wis

Alack why is she so?

She lov'th another better than me

And yet she will say no

Ah, Robin, gentle, Robin

Tell me how thy leman doth

And thou shalt know of mine

I cannot think such doubleness

For I find women true

In faith my lady lov'th me well

She will change for no new

Ah, Robin, gentle, Robin

Tell me how thy leman doth

And thou shalt know of mine