My mother did me deadly spite, for she sent thieves in the dark of the night
Put my servants all to flight, they robbed my
bower, they slew my knight
They couldn't do to me no harm so they slew my baby in my arm
Left me nought to wrap him in but the bloody sheet that he lay in
They left me nought to dig his grave but the bloody sword that slew my babe
All alone the grave I made, and all alone the tears I shed
And all alone the bell I rang, and all alone the psalm I sang
I leaned my head all against the block and there I cut my lovely locks
I cut my locks and I changed my name from Fair Eleanor to Sweet William
Went to court to serve my king as the famous flower of serving men