We were ten maidens in the green corn,
⁠Small red leaves in the mill-water:
Fairer maidens never were born,
⁠Apples of gold for the king's daughter.

We were ten maidens by a well-head,
⁠Small white birds in the mill-water:
Sweeter maidens never were wed,
⁠Rings of red for the king's daughter.

The first to spin, the second to sing,
⁠Seeds of wheat in the mill-water;
The third may was a goodly thing,
⁠White bread and brown for the king's daughter.

The fourth to sew and the fifth to play,
⁠Fair green weed in the mill-water;
The sixth may was a goodly may,
⁠White wine and red for the king's daughter.