Anon — (15th c.)

I sing of a maiden
That is makeless.
King of all kinges
To her son she ches.

He came all so stille
There his mother was
As dew in Aprille
That falleth on grass.

He came all so stille
To his mother’s bower
As dew in Aprille
That falleth on the flower.

He came all so stille
There his mother lay,
As dew in Aprille
That falleth on the spray.

Mother and maiden
Was never none but she;
Well may such a lady
Godès mother be!

*
makeless = matchless, mateless;
ches - chose

'I sing of a maiden' (aka 'As Dew in Aprille') from the Ceremony of Carols by Benjamin Britten. (Followed by 'This little babe')

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_iDD7wqtwmM