O lilie fair O rubie rose, O rose
That spreids so faire in Sharon feild
O flowre of flowres thow art my choise, my choise
Thy savour sweet doth comfort yeeld
O fertile tree whose fruit is fair
Whose branches bow most fresche and fair
Whose apples hings in store
Beneath one branch in shade so sweet
I long to rest my wearie spirit
The sun has scoarched me sore
O let me lay beneath that tree
The smell so sweet doth quicken me.