HEY dery, dery, with a lusty dery,
Hoigh mistress Mary, I pray you be merry.

Your pretty person we may compare to Lais,
A morsel for princes and noble kings,
In beauty you excell the fair lady Thais,
You exceed the beautiful Helen in all things,
To behold your face who can be weary?
Hoigh mistress Mary, I pray you be merry.

The hair of your head shineth as fine gold,
Your eyes as gray as glass and right aimiable,
Your smiling countenance so lovely to behold,
To us all is most pleasant and delectable,
Of your commendations who can be weary?
Huffa mistress Mary, I pray you be merry.

Your lips as ruddy as the red rose,
Your teeth as white as ever was the whale's bone,
So clean, so sweet, so fair, so good, so fresh, so gay,
In all Jewry truly at this day there is none.
With a lusty voice sing we Hey dery dery.
Huffa mistress Mary, I pray you be merry.