Have you seen but a bright lily grow

Before rude hands have touched it?

Have you marked but the fall of snow

Before the soil hath smutched it?

Have you felt the wool of beaver

Or swan's down ever?

Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier

Or the nard in the fire?

Or have tasted the bag of the bee?

O so white, o so soft, o so sweet is she!

So sweet is she!

O so white, o so soft, o so sweet is she

So sweet is she!