Jack in the pulpit - Sieben

I frogbit and arrowhead

You eyebright and teasel

Me, Jack in the pulpit

Woodruff and butterbur

Your musk, your honeysuckle

You my purpling rose

I, all bristly hound’s tongue

Grasp you yellow loosestrife

Me, Jack in the pulpit

Woodruff and butterbur

Red dead-nettle to your blood-drop emlets

Our vervain

Our feverfew and tansy

Our bindweed, or bittersweet

Our burnt orchid

Our mountain-everlasting

Gold of pleasure

Or petty spurge

Our self-heal.

Our self-heal.

Our self-heal