Sweet Ladie, she hath given
Herself this day to thee;
Oh, lead her safe to heaven —
We pray of thee, Marie.

May the roses on her brow
Be far less white to see,
Than the soul she gives thee now —
We pray of thee, Marie.

May the veil she weareth blest
Have less of modestie,
Than the feelings in her breast —
We pray of thee, Marie.

May her garment, coarse and rude,
Show less humilitie,
Than her spirit hath, endued —
We pray of thee, Marie.

May her girdle, which doth tell
Sweet Jesus' charitie,
With his love her bosom swell —
We pray of thee, Marie.

May it make her love to bear,
With him to Calvarie,
The rood of his Passion dear —
We pray of thee, Marie.

For, this is her humble prayer
With thee, most dear Ladie,
In his love and woes to share —
We pray of thee, Marie.