The Whitsun Song

Now Whitsuntide is come you very well do know
Come serve the Lord we must before we do go
Come serve him truly with all your mind and heart
And then from heaven your soul shall never depart.

How do you know how long we have to live
For when we die, oh then what would we give
For to being sure of having our resting place
Since we have run our simple wretched race.

Down in those gardens where flowers grow in ranks
Down on your knees and unto the Lord give thanks
Down on your knees and pray both night and day
Pray unto the Lord that He will lead you the right way.
Pray unto the Lord that angels he may bring
And then in heaven your soul shall sit and sing.

Both young and old, both rich and poor, give ear
Don't allow your children to lie, both curse nor swear
Pray do not allow them to keep ill company
For that'll surely bring them to shame and misery.

Come all those little children all in the streets we meet
All in their pastimes so even and complete
So it's how you may hear them lie, both, curse and swear
Before they do know one word of any prayer.

Now we may bring you the royal branch of oak
God bless our King and Queen and all the royal folk
God bless our King and Queen and all the world beside
Then the Lord He will send us all a merry Whitsuntide.


© Golden Hind Music