Under the leaves, the leaves of life,
There I saw virgins seven,
And one of them was Mary mild,
Was our Lord’s mother from Heaven.
‘O what are you seeking, you seven fair maids,
All under the leaves of life?’
‘We’re seeking for sweet Jesus Christ,
To be our heavenly guide’.
‘Go you down, go you down to yonder town,
As far as you can see,
And there you’ll find sweet Jesus Christ,
With His body nailed to a tree’.
So they went down to yonder town,
As fast as foot could fall,
And many a grievous bitter tear,
From the Virgins’ eyes did fall.
O the rose, the rose, the gentle rose,
The laurel that grows so green!
May the Lord give us grace in every place,
To pray for our King and Queen.
