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CXXXII.
[A my dere a my dere son sayd mary, a my dere]
A my dere a my dere son sayd mary, a my derekys þi moder Jhesu with a lawghing chere.
This endurs nyght
I sawe a syght
all In my slepe
mary þat may
she sang lullay
and sore did wepe.
To kepe she sawght
fful fast abowte
her son fro colde
Joseph seyd wiff
my Joy my leff
say what ye wolde
no thyng my spouse
is In þis howse
vnto my pay
my son a kyng
þat made all thyng
lyth in hay.
A my dere
my moder dere
amend your chere
and now be styll
thus for to ly
it is sothely
my fadirs will
derision
gret passion
Infynytly
as it is fownde
many a wound
suffyr shall I
on caluery
that is so hye
ther shall I be
man to restore
naylid full sore
vpon a tre
A my dere
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