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III. THE THORNS.
Our Lady's heart had Seven Swords
And they had pierced it clean,
The Babe that lay within her arms
Pressed the first Sword in.
And they had pierced it clean,
The Babe that lay within her arms
Pressed the first Sword in.
Jesus Christ, her dearest Lord
Was hidden in her breast,
And He was like a little sword
That would not give her rest.
Was hidden in her breast,
And He was like a little sword
That would not give her rest.
With lullaby-loo my Baby love;
My Rose hath sharpest thorn,
For He hath pierced my heart through
Upon this Christmas Morn.
My Rose hath sharpest thorn,
For He hath pierced my heart through
Upon this Christmas Morn.
And when she lulled Him into sleep
She saw what should befall:
The people crying “Crucify!”
And the three Crosses tall.
She saw what should befall:
The people crying “Crucify!”
And the three Crosses tall.
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Bethlehem is a quiet place,
And sweet is Nazareth;
But He was doomed, her Tender One,
From the hour He drew breath.
And sweet is Nazareth;
But He was doomed, her Tender One,
From the hour He drew breath.
Her Babe He lay sweet and close
Upon his Mother's heart,
But she hath gotten a thorny Rose
To give her dule and smart.
Upon his Mother's heart,
But she hath gotten a thorny Rose
To give her dule and smart.
Seven sharp Swords Our Lady had,
And Seven Words He said
The day they hung Him 'twixt two thieves
With the Thorns for His Head.
And Seven Words He said
The day they hung Him 'twixt two thieves
With the Thorns for His Head.
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