Tomorrow shall be my dancing day, I would my true love did so chance To see the legend of my play, And call my true love to my dance. Chorus: Sing O my love, O my love, my love, my love This have I done for my true love. Then was I born of virgin pure, Of her I took fleshly substance. Thus was I knit to man's nature, To call my true love to my dance. Chorus In manger laid and wrapped I was, So very poor this was my chance, Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass, To call my true love to my dance. Chorus Tomorrow shall be my dancing day, I would my true love did so chance To see the legend of my play, And call my true love to my dance. Chorus