Full Lyrics
Fair Orian, in the morn,
Before the day was born,
With velvet steps on ground,
Which made nor print nor sound,
Would see her nymphs abed;
What lives those ladies led.
The roses blushing said:
O stay, thou shepherd's maid.
And on a sudden all,
They rose and heard her call.
Then sang those shepherds and nymphs of Diana:
Long live fair Oriana.
