Tomorrow shall be my dancing day

I would my true love did so chance

To see the legend of my play

To call my true love to my dance.

Sing, oh! my love, oh! my love

My love, my love

This have I done for my true love.

Then was I born of a virgin pure

Of her I took fleshly substance

Thus was I knit to man's nature

To call my true love to my dance.

In a manger laid, and wrapped I was

So very poor, this was my chance

Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass

To call my true love to my dance.