Three Damsels in the queen’s chamber,
⁠The queen’s mouth was most fair;
She spake a word of God’s mother
⁠As the combs went in her hair.
⁠Mary that is of might,
⁠Bring us to thy Son’s sight.

They held the gold combs out from her,
⁠A span’s length off her head;
She sang this song of God’s mother
⁠And of her bearing-bed.
⁠Mary most full of grace,
⁠Bring us to thy Son’s face.

When she sat at Joseph’s hand,
⁠She looked against her side;
And either way from the short silk band
⁠Her girdle was all wried.
⁠Mary that all good may,
⁠Bring us to thy Son’s way.