I SIng Of A Maiden

I sing of a maiden
That is makeles
King of alle kings
To here sone she ches

He cam also stille
Ther his moder was
As dew in Aprille
That falleth on the grass

Moder and maide
Was never non but she:
Well may swich a lady
Godes moder be

He came all so still to his mother's bower
As dew in april that falleth on the flower

I sing of a maiden
That is makeles
King of alle kings
To here sone she ches

He cam also stille
To his moderes bowr
As dew in Aprille
That falleth on the flowr

Moder and maide
Was never non but she:
Well may swich a lady
Godes moder be

I sing of a maiden
That is makeles
King of alle kings
To here sone she ches

He cam also stille
Ther his moder lay
As dew in Aprille
That falleth on the spray

Moder and maide
Was never non but she:
Well may swich a lady
Godes moder be

I sing of a maiden
That is makeles
King of alle kings
To here sone she ches