From the second edition of Gilbert's _Ancient Christmas Carols_, &c. p. 68. There did three Knights come from the West, _With the high and the lily oh_! And these three Knights courted one Lady, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. The first Knight came was all in white, 5 _With the high and the lily oh_! And asked of her, if she'd be his delight, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. The next Knight came was all in green, _With the high and the lily oh_! 10 And asked of her, if she'd be his Queen, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. The third Knight came was all in red, _With the high and the lily oh_! And asked of her, if she would wed, 15 _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. "Then have you asked of my Father dear, _With the high and the lily oh_! Likewise of her who did me bear? _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. 20 "And have you asked of my brother John? _With the high and the lily oh_! And also of my sister Anne?" _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. "Yes, I have asked of your Father dear, 25 _With the high and the lily oh_! Likewise of her who did you bear, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. "And I have asked of your sister Anne, _With the high and the lily oh_! 30 But I've not asked of your brother John," _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. [Here some verses seem to be wanting.] For on the road as they rode along, _With the high and the lily oh_! There did they meet with her brother John, 35 _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. She stooped low to kiss him sweet, _With the high and the lily oh_! He to her heart did a dagger meet, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. 40 "Ride on, ride on," cried the serving man, _With the high and the lily oh_! "Methinks your bride she looks wond'rous wan," _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. "I wish I were on yonder stile, 45 _With the high and the lily oh_! For there I would sit and bleed awhile, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. "I wish I were on yonder hill, _With the high and the lily oh_! 50 There I'd alight and make my will," _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. "What would you give to your Father dear?" _With the high and the lily oh_! "The gallant steed which doth me bear," 55 _As the rose was so sweetly blown_.