Extollere

Blow, northerne wind
Send thou me my sweting.

Hire lure lumes light
Ase a launterne anight
Hire be blikieth so bright
So fair he is and fine
Swetly swire he hath to holde
With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde
And fingres faire to folde
God wolde she were mine.

Blow, northerne wind
Send thou me my sweting.

Blow, northerne wind
Send thou me my sweting.

Swetly swire he hath to holde
With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde.

Blow, northerne wind
Send thou me my sweting.

[Translation:]

Blow, northern wind
Send me my darling.

Her luminous cheek is alight
Like a lantern in the night
Her face gleams so bright
So fair she is, and fine
A lovely neck she has, to embrace
Her arms and shoulders are all men could wish for
And fair fingers to enfold
Would to God she were mine.

Blow, northern wind
Send me my darling.

A lovely neck she has, to embrace
Her arms and shoulders are all men could wish for.

Blow, northern wind
Send me my darling.