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I have been down in yonder town,
As far as the Holy Well, There did I meet as fine children
As any tongue can tell.
I bid God bless them every one,
And their bodies Christ save and see:
Little children, shall I play with you, And you shall play with me.
But they made answer to me, No,
They were lords' and ladies' sons,
And I, the meanest of them all,
Was but a maiden's child, born in an ox's stall.
Though you are but a maiden's child,
Born in an ox's stall, Thou art the Christ, the King of Heaven,
And the Saviour of them all.
Sweet Jesus, go down to yonder town,
As far as the Holy Well, And take away those sinful souls,
And dip them deep in Hell.
Nay, nay, sweet Jesus said,
Nay, nay, that may not be, For there are too many sinful souls
Crying out for the help of me. |
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