You that wont to my pipe's sound

T. Morley

You that wont to my pipe's sound

Daintily to tread your ground,

Jolly shepherds and nymphs sweet,

(Lirum, lirum.)

Here met together

Under the weather,

Hand in hand uniting,

The lovely god come greet.

(Lirum, lirum)

Lo, triumphing, brave comes he,

All in pomp and majesty,

Monarch of the world and king.

(Lirum, lirum.)

Let whoso list him

Dare to resist him,

We our voices uniting,

Of his high acts will sing.

(Lirum, lirum.)