Middle English original

Modern English version

I syng of a mayden
That is makeles,
king of alle kinges
to here sone che chees.

I sing of a maiden
That is matchless,
King of all kings
For her son she chose.

He cam also stille
Ther his moder was
As dew in Aprylle,
That fallyt on the gras.

He came as still
Where his mother was
As dew in April
That falls on the grass.

He cam also stille
To his modres bowr
As dew in Aprylle,
That falleth on the flowr.

He came as still
To his mother’s bower
As dew in April
That falls on the flower.

He cam also stille
Ther his moder lay
As dew in Aprylle,
That falleth on the spray.

He came as still
Where his mother lay
As dew in April
That falls on the spray.

Moder & mayden
Was nevere noon but she:
Well may swich a lady
Godes moder be.

Mother and maiden
There was never, ever one but she;
Well may such a lady
God’s mother be.