Blow, northerne wind
Send thou me my sweting
Hire lure lumes light
Ase a launterne anight
Hire blikieth so bright
Fair he is and fine
Swetly swire he hath to holde
With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde
Fingres faire to folde
God wolde he were mine
Blow, northerne wind
Send thou me my sweting
Swetly swire he hath to holde
With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde
Blow, northerne wind
Send thou me my sweting
Blow, blow
Me my sweting
Blow, northerne wind
Send thou me my sweting
Hire lure lumes light
Ase a launterne anight