Have you seen but a bright lily grow
Before rude hands have touched it?
Have you marked but the fall of the snow
Before the ear hath smutched it?
Have you felt the wool of beaver
Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
O so white
O so soft
O so sweet so sweet so sweet is she
O so white
O so soft
O so sweet so sweet so sweet is she
