Full Lyrics
I syng of a mayden that is makeles,
Kyng of alle kynges to here sone che ches.
He came also stylle ther 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 ther his moder lay
As dew in Aprille, that fallyt on the spray.
Moder & mayden was neuer non but che
Wel may swych a lady Godes moder be.
(I sing of a maiden that is matchless; king of all kings as her son she chose.
He came as still where his mother was as dew in April that fall'th on the grass.
He came as still to his mother's bower as dew in April that fall'th on the flower.
He came as still where his mother lay as dew in April that fall'th on the spray.
Mother and maiden was never none but shewell may such a lady God's mother be.)
