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THE SEVEN VIRGINS
' O peace, Mother, O peace, Mother, Your weeping doth me grieve :
I must suffer this,' He said, ' For Adam and for Eve.
' O Mother, take you John Evangelist
All for to be your son, And he will comfort you sometimes,
Mother, as I have done.'
' O come, thou John Evangelist,
Thou'rt welcome unto me; But more welcome my own dear Son,
Whom I nursed on my knee.'
Then He laid his head on His right shou Seeing death it struck Him nigh—
' The Holy Ghost be with your soul, I die, Mother dear, I die.'
O the rose, the gentle rose,
And the fennel that grows so green ! God give us grace in every place
To pray for our king and queen.
Furthermore for our enemies all
Our prayers they should be strong :
Amen, good Lord ; your charity Is the ending of my song.