Lone as white as driven snow, Cypress black as e'er was crow,

Gloves as sweet as damask roses, Masks or faces,

And for noses, bugle bracelets,

necklace amber, perfume for a lady's chamber.

golden coifs and star markers for my lads for my lads to give their dear

Pins and potting sticks, pins and potting sticks and potting sticks of steel

What maids lack?

What maids lack?

What maids lack from head to heel?

What maids lack from head to heel?

Come by, old me, come.

Come by, come by.

Bye, lads, or else your lasses cry, come by.