Nay, Ivy, nay,

Hyt shal not be, I wys;

Let Holy hafe the maystry,

As the maner[108] ys.

Holy stond in the halle,

Fayre to behold;

Ivy stond wythout the dore,

She ys ful sore a-cold.

Nay, Ivy, nay ...

Holy and hys mery men,