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 Than spake Mary, Goddis mothir dere, Moche magnifieth my Sowle my Lord, And so my spirit hath schewed glad cher In God my helpe with ful acorde.

This graciouse cowpil of foure in fere, Of Crist Ju and Marye milde, Elizabeth and hir sone dere Seynt John Baptist, fro schame us schilde. Amen.

A, my dere son, sayd mary, a, my dere, kys þ$i$ moder Jhesu w$t$ a lawghyng chere.

This endnes nyght I sawe a syght all in my slepe, Mary þ$t$ may she sang lullay & sore did wepe. To kepe she sawght full fast a bowte her son fro colde; Joseph seyd, wiff, my joy, my leff, say what ye wolde;