Sing a Song of Summer Maidens

Shall I spin thee a tale of fair season last

when comely maidens arrive to mine utmost delight?

Dost thou recall in these days long past,

When we two met in warm summer's light?

Fresh bairns of ballad the masses adored

Sang sweet melodies so soft and so low

Whist foods of far lands maketh me heave the gorge

Yet I delight in the hour which ladies attend ho

I am favored of maidens adorned finely and true

In bold garments sewn by Abercrombie and Fitch

Should mine desires be met and my thoughts renew

Woe, the maiden holds me like the spell of a witch.

Yea, though my love has left me low and in wonder,

still it pleases me when ladies arrive in sweet summer.