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 ANONYMOUS

33 Cradle Song

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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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