“Lovely things we will buy

As we stroll the faubourgs through.

Roses are pink, cornflowers are blue,

I love my love, cornflowers are blue.

Yestere’en the Virgin Mary came near my stove, in a broidered mantle clad, and said to me, ‘Here, hide ’neath my veil the child whom you one day begged from me. Haste to the city, buy linen, buy a needle, buy thread.’

Lovely things we will buy