Whereon dyd lyght

Byrdes as thycke

As sterres in the skye,

Praisyng our Lorde
Without discorde,

With goodly armony.

The popyngay

Than fyrst dyd say,

Hoc didicit per me,

Emperour and kyng

Without lettyng

Discite semper a me.

Therfore wyll I

The name magnify

Of God above all names;

And fyrst begyn

In praisyng to him

This song, Te Deum laudamus.

Then sang the avys

Called the mavys

The trebble in ellamy,

That from the ground

Her notes round

Were herde into the skye.

Than all the rest,

At her request,

Both meane, basse, and tenur,

Than sayd the nightyngale,

To make shorte tale,

For wordes I do refuse,

Because my delyght,

Both day and nyght

Is synging for to use:

Tibi cherubin

Et seraphin,

Full goodly she dyd chaunt,

With notes merely

Incessabile

Voce proclamant.

Than sang the thrusshe,

Sanctus, sanctus,

Sanctus, with a solempne note,

In Latyn thus,

Dominus Deus,

In Hebrew Sabaoth.

Than sayd the larke,

Bycause my parte

Is upward to ascend, And downe to rebound Toward the ground,

Singyng to discend;

Than after my wunt

Pleni sunt,

Celi et terra, quod she,