Love hath turned upon me,
Everlasting grief fills thine heart.
Thou hath left me when thy lips wished not.
My lovely, my prince, I know not what I shalt do
Oh villain that hath stolen thine heart,
I know not, I know not...
What a fool was I to think thou could ever find love in thee
Accursed doubt fills thine mind.
Thou hath left me,
Longing for how thou used to think tenderly of thee.
Recall those days of woe?
We were free, young
Yet all the while,
Thou sweet tongue hath fooled thine foolish heart.
Farewell my old friend,
And goodnight my sweet prince.