Ivy, Chief Of Trees, It Is Lyrics

Ivy, chief of trees, it is;
Veni coronaberis.

1. The most worthy is she in town;
He who says other, says amiss;
Worthy is she to bear the crown;
Veni coronaberis.

2. Ivy is soft, and meek of speech,
Against all woe she bringeth bliss;
Happy is he that may her reach:
Veni coronaberis.

3. Ivy is green, of colour bright,
Of all trees the chief she is;
And that I prove will now be right;
Veni coronaberis.

4. Ivy, she beareth berries black;
God grant to all of us his bliss!
For then we shall nothing lack;
Veni coronaberis.