Mazan loufe miht Songtext

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Mazan loufe miht

Ic noldon thee heart of a frouwa,
Whose fearan of thy heofon rice,
Ic loufed her fela she word so faezer,
But though she sat ic beon idle oh no.
Ic beon not idle at all,
Ic beon not idle all the time,
Forian and
Held my hand, as ic held thys,
Held my hand, as ic held thine.
Mazan loufe miht, mazan loufe miht no.
Mazan loufe miht, mazan loufe miht no.
Shes mup was swaeter as the whole craeft,
The ic fore she brung me to my theore,
Ic zefoeht but na ic come to rihission,
Ic nafre zemind onto last noctue.
Ic bring her to zemind,
Ic seppaen seacna loufe,
Forian and......