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This is very much a mixture of old and new. The words date from the 15th Century. The music dates from 2010 and is by one Chris Upton, who has released it under my favourite license, CC BY-SA.
I Syng of a Mayden by artsyhonker
I syng of a mayden
þat is makeles,
kyng of alle kynges
to here sone che ches.
He cam also stylle
þer his moder was
as dew in aprylle,
þat fallyt on þe gras.
He cam also stylle
to his moderes bowr
as dew in aprille,
þat fallyt on þe flour.
He cam also stylle
þer his moder lay
as dew in Aprille,
þat fallyt on þe spray.;
Moder & mayden
was neuer non but che –
wel may swych a lady
Godes moder be.
I sing of a maiden
That is matchless,
King of all kings
For her son she chose.
He came as still
Where his mother was
As dew in April
That falls on the grass.
He came as still
To his mother's bower
As dew in April
That falls on the flower.
He came as still
Where his mother lay
As dew in April
That falls on the spray.
Mother and maiden
Was never none but she;
Well may such a lady
God's mother be.
