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[O blessyd Lady Cristes moder dere.]
O blessyd Lady Cristes moder dere.And thou seynt George/that called art her knyght
Holy seynt Denys/O marter moste entere
The sixt Henry here present in your syght
Shedyth of your grace/on hym your heuenly lyght
His tender youth/with vertue doth auaunce
Borne by discent/and by tytle of ryght
Iustly in Reygne/in Englande and in Fraunce.
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