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Helpe us at our ending daye. |
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Songs and carols from a manuscript in the British Museum of the fifteenth century | ||
IV. God that alle mytes may,
Helpe us at our ending daye.
This word, lordingges, I understonde,
May be lyknyd to an husbonde,
That taket a ferme into his honde
To ȝelde therof serteyn pay.
May be lyknyd to an husbonde,
That taket a ferme into his honde
To ȝelde therof serteyn pay.
Spende we neyther speche ne spylle,
Neyther for good ne for ille,
We xuln ȝevyn acountes grylle
Beforn our Lord on domys daye.
Neyther for good ne for ille,
We xuln ȝevyn acountes grylle
Beforn our Lord on domys daye.
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Leve lordynges, be war of this,
For oftyn tyme we don amys,
Ther is non of us i-wys
But that we trespasyn every day.
For oftyn tyme we don amys,
Ther is non of us i-wys
But that we trespasyn every day.
This word, lordynges, is but a farye,
It faryt ryȝt as a neysche weye,
That now is wet and now is dreye,
For sothe serteyn, as I ȝou say.
It faryt ryȝt as a neysche weye,
That now is wet and now is dreye,
For sothe serteyn, as I ȝou say.
Now is joye and now is blys,
Now is balle and bitternesse;
Now it is, and now it nys;
Thus pasyt this word away.
Now is balle and bitternesse;
Now it is, and now it nys;
Thus pasyt this word away.
Now I hope and now I synge,
Now I daunce, now I sprynge,
Now I weyle and now I wrynge,
Now is wel, and now is way.
Now I daunce, now I sprynge,
Now I weyle and now I wrynge,
Now is wel, and now is way.
Now I hoppe and now I daunce,
Now I preke and now I praunce;
This day heyl, te morwe perchaunce
We mown be ded and ley in clay.
Now I preke and now I praunce;
This day heyl, te morwe perchaunce
We mown be ded and ley in clay.
At domis day quan we xul ryse,
And come beforn our heye justyse,
And ȝevyn acountes of our servise,
And payin up our laste pay,
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And ȝevyn acountes of our servise,
And payin up our laste pay,
Help us, Mary, for than is nede;
Help to excusyn our misdede,
As thou art monewere at our nede,
Help us than, and sey not nay.
Help to excusyn our misdede,
As thou art monewere at our nede,
Help us than, and sey not nay.
Songs and carols from a manuscript in the British Museum of the fifteenth century | ||