Noye's Fludde, op. 59

Lord Jesus, think on me

I God, that all this worlde hath wroughte

Have done, you men and wemen all

Now in the name of God I will begyne

Noye, Noye, take thou thy company

Wiffe, come in! why standes thou their?

Ha! Children, me thinkes my botte removes

Now forty dayes are fullie gone

Noye, take thy wife anone

Noye, heare I behette thee a heste

The spacious firmament on high