I Sing of a Maiden

  I syng of a mayden

    That is makeles;

Kyng of alle kynges

    To here Sone sche ches.

  He cam also stylle

    There his moder was

As dew in Aprylle

    That fallyt on the gras;

  He cam also stylle

    To his moderes bowr

As dew in Aprille

    That fallyt on the flour;

  He cam also stylle

    There his moder lay

As dew in Aprille

    That fallyt on the spray;

  Moder and maydyn

    Was never non but sche;

Wel may swych a lady

    Godes moder be.