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33 Cradle Song
1 6th <
OMY deir hert, young Jesus sweit, Prepare thy creddil in my spreit, And I sail rock thee in my hert And never mair from thee depart.
But I sail praise thee evermoir With sangis sweit unto thy gloir; The knees of my hert sail I bow, And sing that richt Balulalow*
34 As ye came from the Holy Land
1 6th C
A> ye came from the holy land Of Walsinghame, Met you not with my true love By the way as you came?
How should I know your true love,
That have met many a one As I came from the hoJy Jand, That have come, that have gone?
She is neither white nor brown,
But as the heavens fair; There is none hath her form divine In the earth or the air.
Such a one did I meet, good sir,
Such an angelic face, Who like a nymph, like a queen, did appear
In her gait, in her grace.
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