Gloriana

this day day dawes
this gentil day day dawes
this gentil day day dawes
and i must home gone
this gentil day dawes
this day day dawes
this gentil day dawes
and we must home gone
in a glorious garden grene
sawe i sitting a comly quene
among the floures that fresh bene
she gaderd a floure and set betwene
the lily whighte rose me thought i sawe
the lily whighte rose me thought i sawe
and ever she sang
in that garden be floures of hewe
the gelofir gent that she well knewe
the floure-de-luce she did on rewe
and said '"the white rose is most trewe
this garden to rule by rightwys lawe'"
and ever she sang
his gentle deed in glory who was proud and grand
so i sit here a lilly white comely queen
gentle fear beheld that saw she did love anew
in his blossom a flower most true
and for knoweth lilly white virgin queen