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VIRGIN MARTYR.



was a Lady's daughter
 * In Paris properly,

Her mother her commanded
 * To mass that she should hie:

O pardon me, dear mother,
 * Her daughter she did say,

Unto that filthy idol
 * I never will obey.

With weeping and with wailing
 * Her mother then did go,

To assemble her kinsfolk.
 * That they the truth might know;

Who being all assembled then,
 * Compell'd the maiden fair,

And put her into prison,
 * Withal to fear her there.

But when they thought to fear her,
 * She did most strong endure;

Altho' her years were tender,
 * Her faith was firm and sure: