Part 16 (1/2)
Now fare ye well all in-fere!
Now fare ye well for all this year, Yet for my sake make ye good cheer!
_Now have good day!_
_Now sing we with angels Gloria in excelsis!_
A babe is born to bliss us bring; I heard a maid lullay and sing; She said ”dear Son, leave thy weeping, Thy Father is the King of bliss.”
_Now sing we, etc._
”Lullay,” she said and sang also, ”Mine own dear Son, why art thou woe?
Have I not done as I should do?
Thy grievance tell me what it is.”
_Now sing we, etc._
”Nay, dear mother, for thee weep I nought, But for the woe that shall be wrought To me, or I mankind have bought, Was never sorrow like it, i-wis.”
_Now sing we, etc._
”Peace, dear Son, tell me not so!
Thou art my child, I have no mo!
Should I see men mine own Son slo?
Alas, my dear Son, what means this?”
_Now sing we, etc._
”My hands, mother, that ye may see, Shall be nailed unto a tree!
My feet also fast shall be; Men shall weep that shall see this!”
_Now sing we, etc._
”Ah, dear Son, hard is my hap!
See my child that sucked my pap, His hands, his feet that I did wrap Be so nailed, that never did amiss!”
_Now sing we, etc._
”Ah, dear mother, yet shall a spear My heart in sunder all to-tear; No wonder if I carefull were, And weep full sore to think on this!”
_Now sing we, etc._
”Ah, dear Son, shall I see this?
Thou art my child and I thy mother, i-wis!
When Gabriel called me, full of grace, He told me nothing of this!”
_Now sing we, etc._
”Ah, dear mother, through my hair To thrust in thorns they will not spare!
Alas, mother, I am full of care That ye shall see this heaviness!”
_Now sing we, etc._
”Ah dear Son, leave thy weeping!
Thou bringst my heart in great mourning; A careful song now may I sing, This tidings hard to me it is!”