To Mistress Isabel Pennell

By Saint Mary, my lady,
Your mammy and your daddy

Brought forth a goodly baby.

My maiden Isabel,
Reflaring rosabel,
The flagrant camomel,

The ruddy rosary,
The sovereign rosemary,
The pretty strawberry,

The columbine, the nepte,
The gilliflower well set,
The proper violet,

Ennewéd your colour
Is like the daisy flower
After the April shower.

Star of the morrow gray,
The blossom on the spray,
The freshest flower of May,

Maidenly demure, .
Of womanhood the lure;
Wherefore I make you sure

It were an heavenly health,
It were an endless wealth,

A life for God himself,

To hear this nightingale
Among the birdés small
Warbling in the vale,
‘Dug, dug, jug, jug!
Good year and good luck!’
With ‘Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck!’