Good morrow, fair ladies of the May

Good morrow, fair Ladies of the May,

where is my cruel?

Good morrow, fair Ladies of the May,

where is my sweet cruel?

fair Cloris my sweet cruel?

O see where she comes a Queen,

all in green, all in gaudy green arraying,

O how gaily goes my sweet jewel.

Was never such a Maying,

Since May delights first decaying.

So was my Cloris sheen brought home

and made May Queen.