As the holly groweth green

As the holly groweth green

And never changeth hue,

So I am, and ever hath been,

Unto my lady true.

As the holly groweth green,

With ivy all alone,

When flowerys cannot be seen

And green-wood leaves be gone,

Now unto my lady

Promise to her I make:

From all other only

To her I me betake.

Adieu, mine own lady,

Adieu, my special,

Who hath my heart truly,

Be sure, and ever shall.