Extollere

Blow, northerne wind

Send thou me my sweting

Hire lure lumes light

Ase a launterne anight

Hire be blikieth so bright

So fair he is and fine

Swetly swire he hath to holde

With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde

And fingres faire to folde

God wolde she were mine

Blow, northerne wind

Send thou me my sweting

Blow, northerne wind

Send thou me my sweting

Swetly swire he hath to holde

With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde

Blow, northerne wind

Send thou me my sweting

Blow, northern wind

Send me my darling

Her luminous cheek is alight

Like a lantern in the night

Her face gleams so bright

So fair she is, and fine

A lovely neck she has, to embrace

Her arms and shoulders are all men could wish for

And fair fingers to enfold

Would to God she were mine

Blow, northern wind

Send me my darling

A lovely neck she has, to embrace

Her arms and shoulders are all men could wish for

Blow, northern wind

Send me my darling