Welcome, maids of honour

You do bring

In the Spring

And wait upon her

She has virgins many

Fresh and fair

Yet you are

More sweet

More sweet than any

She has virgins many

Fresh and fair

Yet you are

More sweet

More sweet than any

You're the maiden posies

And so graced

To be placed

Before

Before damask roses

Yet, though thus respected

By and by

Ye do lie

Poor girls

Poor girls, neglected