Mie love ys dedde,
Gon to hys death-bedde,
Al under the wyllowe tree. Waterre wytches, crownede wythe reytes,
Bere mee to yer leathalle tyde.
I die; I comme; mie true love waytes.
Thos the damselle spake, and dyed.

Ælla; a Tragycal Enterlude, "Mynstrelles Songe", line 54.