She is so proper and so pure,
Full steadfast, stable and demure,
There is none such, ye may be sure,
As my sweet sweeting.

When I behold my sweeting sweet,
Her face, her hands, her minion feet,
They seem to me there's none so meet
As my sweet sweeting.

In all this world, as thinketh me,
Is none so pleasant to my eye,
That I am so glad so oft to see
As my sweet sweeting.

Above all other praise must I
And love my pretty piggesnie,
For none I find so womanly
As my sweet sweeting.