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The poems of John Audelay

Edited with introduction, notes and glossary [by Ella Keats Whiting]
Audelay, John

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Audite hec, omnes gentes: hanc epistolam scripsit Dominus Ihesus Christus manibus suis et misit in siuitatem Gazon vbi ego Petrus primum episcopatum accepi.
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In die epephanis &c.
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De sancta Anna matre Marie.

The moder of Mary, þat merceful may,
Pray fore vs boþ nyȝt and day.
Swete saynt Tanne, we þe beseche
Þou pray fore vs to oure laday,
Þat heo wel be oure soulis leche,
Þat day when we schul dey.
Here-fore we say.
Þroȝ þe was gladid alle þis word
When Mare of þe borne was,
Þat bere þat Barne, þat blisful Lord,
Þat grawntis vs al merce and grace.
Here-fore we say.
Baren þou were ful long before,
Þen God he se to þi mekenes,
Þat þou schuldist delyuer þat was forelore,
Mon soule þat lay in þe fyndis distres.
Here-fore we say.
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Fore Ioachym, þat hole housbond,
Prayyd to God ful paciently,
Þat he wold send his swete sond,
Sum froyte betwene ȝou two to be.
Here-fore we say.
Þen God hem grawntid graciously,
Betwene ȝoue two a floure schul spryng,
Þe rote þer-of is clepid Iesse,
Þat ioye and blis to þe word schal beryng.
Here-fore I say.
Þe blisful branche þis floure on greue,
Out of Iesse, at my wettyng,
Was Mare myld þat bere Ihesu,
Maydyn and moder to heuen Kyng.
Here-fore I say.
I-callid Ihesus of Nazaret,
God Sun of hi degre,
As here as mon þat sofyrd deþ,
And r[e]ynyd into Dauit dygnete.
Here-fore I say.
In Bedlem, in þat blessid place,
Mare myld þis Floure haþ borne,
Betwene an ox and an as,
To saue His pepil þat was forelorne;
Here-fore I say.
Mater ora Filium,
Þat He wyl affter þis outlere
Nobis donet gaudium
Sine fyne fore His merce.
Here-fore I say.
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