_Ivy chief of trees it is,_
_Veni coronaberis._
The most worthy she is in town;
He that saith other, doth amiss:
And worthy to bear the crown;
_Veni coronaberis_.
Ivy is soft and meek of speech,
Against all bale she is bliss;
Well is he that may her reach;
_Veni coronaberis_.
Ivy is green, with colour bright,
Of all trees best she is;
And that I prove well now by right.
_Veni coronaberis._
Ivy beareth berries black;
God grant us all his bliss!
For there shall we nothing lack.
_Veni coronaberis._