Come o’er the bourne, Bessy

‖: Come o’er the bourne, Bessy,
Thou little pretty Bessy, :‖
Come o’er the bourne, Bessy, to me.

The burn is this world blind,
And Bessy is mankind,
So proper I can none find as she.
She dances and leapes
And Christ stands and clepes.
Come o’er the bourne, Bessy, to me.