[XXVII. What doth my pretie dearling]
What doth my pretie dearling
What doth my pretie dearling, my pretie dearling,
what doth my pretie dearling? what doth
what doth my song & chaūting, that they sing not of her,
the prayse and vaunting? to her I giue my violets, to her I giue my violets; &
garland sweetly smelling, for to crowne her sweet lockes pure gold excellng,
to her I giue my violetts, & garland sweetly smelling, for to
crowne her sweet locks pure gold excelling, for to crowne her sweet locks pure
gold excelling.