Luyện nghe bài hát Alone Walkyng

Alone walkyng, in planning,
And sighing, all desolate.
Me remembering, of my livyng,
My wishyng,
Bother and late.
Infortunate, is so my fate,
vote ye what? out of
Measure.
My I hate, thus desperate
In soche eslate doe I endure.
Of cure am I not sure
Thus to is hard certain.
Such is my ure I you
creature
Maie have more
My truthe so plain is in vain,
And grete in remembraunce;
Yet I full
me complaine
Me to abstaine this penaunce;
But in none

Of my can I not finde;
Right so my chaunce

Doeth me
And an Ende.