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Damsels in the queen’s chamber, The queen’s mouth was most fair; She spake a word of God’s mother As the combs went in her hair. Mary that is of might, Bring us to thy Son’s sight.

They held the gold combs out from her, A span’s length off her head; She sang this song of God’s mother And of her bearing-bed. Mary most full of grace, Bring us to thy Son’s face.

When she sat at Joseph’s hand, She looked against her side; And either way from the short silk band Her girdle was all wried. Mary that all good may, Bring us to thy Son’s way.