44. [Christ, an Ear of Wheat.]
A blessid byrd, as I you say,
Þat dyed & rose on Good Fryday.
1
On Cristis day, I vnderstond,
An ere of whet of a mayd spronge,
XXXti wynter in erth to stond,
To make vs bred, all to his pay.
[A blessid byrd, as I you say,
Þat dyed & rose on Good Fryday.]
2
This corn was repyn & layd to grownd,
Full sore beten & faste bownd
Vnto a piler with cordis rownd,
At his fyngers endis þe blod ran owt þat day.
[A blessid byrd, as I you say,
Þat dyed & rose on Good Fryday.]
3
This corn was repyn with gret envye
Vpon þe mownt of Caluary,
Tokyn he shewed on Shere-Thursday,
Mawndy he gaff to his dissiples ther.
[A blessid byrd, as I you say,
Þat dyed & rose on Good Fryday.]
4
Jhesu vpon his body the crosse bare;
Water & blode cam from hym ther;
This corn was skorged all in f[e]re,
Tyll it wexed blode rede.
[A blessid byrd, as I you say,
Þat dyed & rose on Good Fryday.]
5
A crown of thorn set on his hede,
& he was done on the rode
& betyn, till his body was blody rede,
Thus they bett Jhesu, owr det to pay.
[A blessid byrd, as I you say,
Þat dyed & rose on Good Fryday.]
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