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.)