A long farewell I send to thee
Fair Mague of corn and fruit and tree
Of state of gift of gathering grand
Of song, romance and chieftain bland
Uch ochon; dark fortune's rigour
Wealth, title, bribe of glorious figure
Feast, gift, all gone, and gone my vigour
Since thus I wander lonely
Farewell to her to whom 'tis due
The fair skin, gentle, mild-lipped, true
For whom, exiled, over hills I go
My heart's dear love, what e'er my woe
Uch ochon; dark fortune's rigour
Wealth, title, bribe of glorious figure
Feast, gift, all gone, and gone my vigour
Since thus I wander lonely
Forced by the priests my love to flee
Fair Mague, through life I ne'er shall see
And must thy beauteous bird forego
And all the sex that wrought me woe
Uch ochon; my grief, my ruin
It was drinking deep and beauty wooing
That caused through life my whole undoing
And left me thus wandering lonely