Come my swete, come my flour Come my culver, myn owne bour Come my moder, now with me For hevyn quene I make thee My swete sone withal my love I come with thee to thin above Where thou art now let me be For all my love is layde on thee
Come my swete, come my flour Come my culver, myn owne bour Come my moder, now with me For hevyn quene I make thee My swete sone withal my love I come with thee to thin above Where thou art now let me be For all my love is layde on thee
