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CIV. Mary myelde made grete mone
For her dere sonne alone.
1
When fals Iudas her son had soldeTo the Iewes wikked and bolde,
As he before to hir had tolde,
She was wofull alone.
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2
When he came to Cayphas and AnTo be iuged for synfull man,
In her hert she was woofull than
For hir dere son alone.
3
When that she sawe his flessh to-tornAnd on his hede a crowne of thorn
And, how the Iewes hym did shorn,
She was wofull alone.
4
When hir dere son, Ihesus so goode,Was nayled fast vppon the roode,
She sobbed and wept watre and bloode
For hir dere son alone.
5
Whenne hir dere son on the thirde dayWith hir did mete and thus did say:
‘Hayle, holy moder, wyfe and may,’
She was ioyfull alone.
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