Of a rose singe we,
This rose is red - of colour bright,
Through whom our joye gan alight
Upon a Christemase night.
Claro david germine.
This rose of floweres she is flower
She ne will fade for no shower,
To sinful man she sent succour.
This rose is so fair of hue,
In maid Mary that is so true,
Yborne was lord of virtue.
Salvator sine crimine.