Classic Poem

Merry it is in May morning
Merry ways for to gone.

And by a chapel as I came
Met I wyhte Jesu to churchward gone,
Peter and Paul, Thomas and John,
And his disciples everyone.
Merry it is.

Saint Thomas the bells gan ring,
And Saint Collas the mass gan sing,
Saint John took that sweet offering,
And by a chapel as I came.
Merry it is.

Our Lord offered what he wolld,
A chalice all of rich red gold,
Our Lady the crown off her mould,
The sun out of her bosom shone.
Merry it is.

Saint George that is Our Lady knight,
He tend the tapers fair and bright,
To mine eye a seemly sight,
And by a chapel as I came.