MARY MODR.

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Mary was gret wt gab'el.

Mary modr, meke & mylde,
fro schame & synne þt ze vs schyllde,
for gret on grownd ze gõ wt childe,
Gab'ele nūcio.
Mary modr, be not adred,
Jh̃u is in zor body bred,
& of zor bryst he wil be fed,
Cū pudoris lilio.
Mary modr, þe frewt of þe
for vs was naylid on a tre,
in hovene is now his mageste,
fulget jesus rex clo.
Mary modr, þe þredde day,
vp he ros as i zow say,
to helle he tok þe ryzte way,
motu ertr p͠po.
Mary modr aftꝛ þis sone,
vp þue yis t wt hỹ to wone,
þe angeɫ wern glad qñ þu wer come,
in celi palac̃o.