Revertere, revertere, the quene of blysse and of beaute.
Behold what lyfe that we ryne ine,
Frayl to fale and ever lyke to syne,
Thorow owr enmys entysyng;
Therefor we syng and cry to the,
Revertere, etc.
Come hyder, lady, fayryst floure,
And kepe us, lady, frome doloure;
Defend us, lady, and be owr socoure;
For we cease not to cal to the,
Revertere, etc.
Torne owr lyfe, lady, to Goddys luste;
Syne to fle, and fleschly luste;
For aftur hym in the we trust
To kepe us frome adversyte:
Revertere, etc.
Thys holy day of Puryfycacyon
To the temple thou bare owr salvacyon,
Jhesu Cryst thin own swet sone;
To whom thefor now syng we,
Revertere, etc.
Farwell, Crystmas fayer and free;
Farwell newers day with the;
Farwell the holy Epyphane;
And to Mary now syng we,
Revertere, etc.