Classic Poem

The maidens came
When I was in my mothers bower.
I hade all that I wolde.
The baily berith the bell away,
The lilly, the rose, the rose I lay,
The silver is whit, red is the golde,
The robes thay lay in fold;
The baily berith the bell away,
The lilly, the rose, the rose I lay;
And through the glasse window
Shines the sone.
How shuld I love and I so young?
The baily berith the bell away,
The lilly, the rose, the rose I lay.

For to report it were now tedius:
We will therfor now sing no more
Of the games joyus.
Right mighty and famus
Elizabeth, our quen princis,
Prepotent and eke victorius,
Vertuos and bening,
Lett us pray all
To Christ Eternall,
Which is the hevenly King,
After ther liff grant them
A place eternally to sing. Amen.