I'll sing a hymn to Mary, The Mother of my God, The Virgin of all virgins, Of David's Royal blood. O teach me, holy Mary, A loving song to frame, When wicked men blaspheme thee, To love and bless thy name.
O Lily of the Valley, O mystic Rose what tree Or flower, e'en the fairest, Is half so fair as thee? O let me, though so lowly, Recite my Mother's fame: When wicked men blaspheme thee, I'll love and bless thy name.