By Saint Mary, my lady,
Your mammy and daddy
Brought forth a goodly baby,
My maiden Isabel,
Reflaring rosabel,
The fragrant camamel,
The ruddy rosary,
The sovereign rosemary,
The pretty strawberry,
The columbine, the nepte,
The ieloffer well set,
The proper violet
Envied your colour
Is like the daisy flower
After the April shower,
Star of the morrow grey,
The blossom on the spray,
The freshest flower of May,
Maidenly demure,
Of womanhood the lure.
Wherefore I make you sure
It were an heavenly health,
It were an endless wealth,
A life for God himself
To hear this nightingale
Among the birdes small
Warbling in the vale —
Dug, dug,
Jug, jug,
Good year and good luck,
With chuk, chuk, chuk, chuk.