Quid petis, O fili?  
Mater dulcissima ba, ba.
O Pater, O fili,
Michi plausus oscula da, da.

The mother, full mannerly, 
and meekly as a maid,
Looking on her little son, 
so laughing in lap laid,
So prettily, so pertly, 
so passingly well apay’d;
Full softly and full soberly 
unto her sweet son she said:
Quid petis, O fili?...

I mean this by Mary, 
our Maker’s mother of might
Full lovely looking on our Lord, 
the lantern of light,
Thus saying to our Saviour; 
this saw I in my sight;
This reason that I rede you now, 
I rede it full right.
Quid petis, O fili?...

Musing on her manners 
so nigh marr’d was my main,
Save it pleased me so passingly 
that past was my pain;
Yet softly to her sweet son 
me thought I heard her sain:
Now gracious God and good sweet babe, 
yet once this game again.
Quid petis, O fili?...