Lady's Branles (Brawl)
And She will bring the buds in the spring,
And laugh among the flowers;
In summer's heat, her kisses are sweet,
She sings in leafy bowers.
She cuts the cane and gathers the grain,
when fruits of fall surround her;
Her bones grow old, in winter's cold,
She wraps her cloak around her.
Lord's bransle by Leslie Noble
And He will call the leaves in the fall,
to fly their colors brightly;
When heat is lost, he paints with frost,
His silver touches lightly.
He greets the day in the dance of May,
with ribbons around about him;
We eat the corn and drink from his horn,
We would not be without him.