Welcome, maids of honour
You do bring in
The spring
And wait
You wait Upon her
She has virgins many
Fresh and fair
Yet you are
More sweet
More sweet than any
She has virgins many
Fresh and fair
Yet you are
More sweet
More sweet than any
You're the maiden posies
And so graced
To be placed
Before
Before damask roses
Yet, though thus respected
By and by
Ye do lie
Poor girls
Poor girls, neglected
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