I know a maiden¹ in bower² bright，

    Who full fair is to sight，

    Glorious maiden of might

    Fair and free.

    In all this noble multitude，

    A woman of blood and birth.

    I knew not ever

    A more lovely one on earth.

    Blow northern wind！

    Send me my sweet one，

    Blow northern wind！ Blow， blow， blow！

    With locks lovely and long，

    With body and face fair to hold，

    With many mirths might she mingle³

    That maiden so glorious in her bower

    With glorious eyes great and good，

    With blissful brows under her hood⁵.

    He who was stayed on the cross

    His lovely life she honours.

    Blow northern wind！

    Send me my sweet one，

    Blow northern wind！ Blow， blow， blow！

    Her face beams light

    As a lantern at night，

    Her hue⁶ shines so bright

    So fair is she and fine.

    A darling neck she has to hold

    With arms， shoulders， as one would desire

    And fingers fair to fold -

    God， would she were mine.

    Blow northern wind！

    Send me my sweet one，

    Blow northern wind！ Blow， blow， blow！

    She is coral of goodness，

    She is ruby⁷ of rightfulness，

    She is crystal of cleanness，

    And banner of beauty.

    She is lily of largess，

    She is periwinkle of prowess，

    She is sunflower of sweetness，

    And lady of loyalty⁸.

    Blow northern wind！

    Send me my sweet one，

    Blow northern wind！ Blow， blow， blow！

    For her love I cry and moan，

    For her love I droop⁹ and am dismayed，

    For her love my bliss⁴ is nought¹⁰，

    And I grow wan¹¹.

    For her love my sleep I break，

    For her love all night I wake，

    For her love mourning I make，

    More than any man.

    Blow northern wind！

    Send me my sweet one，

    Blow northern wind！ Blow， blow， blow！

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