Translated from the French of Guillaume du Nord, 03 January 2004, by Phillip A. Ellis.
My rose of Averoigne,
come lay beside my side.
I swear I'll never chide
or else your heart purloin.
Your heart and mine conjoin,
by love we both are tied,
my rose of Averoigne,
come lay beside my side.
Your blooms are sweet, adjoin,
with perfumes rich, my scryed
and bashful heart I hide
as like a golden coin,
my rose of Averoigne.