| I syng of a mayden ŁEat is makeles, | I sing of a maiden who mateless goes; |
| Kyng of alle kynges to here sone che ches. | The King of all Kings for his mother her chose. | |
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| He came also stylle ŁEer his moder was | He came all so still where his mother passed, | |
| As dew in aprylle, ŁEat fallyt on ŁEe gras. | As dew that in April falls down on the grass. | |
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| He cam also stylle to his moderes bowr | He came all so still to his mother's bower, | |
| As dew in aprille, ŁEat fallyt on ŁEe flour. | As dew that in April falls down on the flower. | |
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| He cam also stylle ŁEer his moder lay | He came all so still where his mother lay, | |
| As dew in Aprille, ŁEat fallyt on ŁEe spray. | As dew that in April falls down on the spray. | |
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| Moder & mayden was neuer non but che -- | For mother and maiden was none but she; | |
| Wel may swych a lady Godes moder be. | Well may such a lady our God's mother be. | |
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| Anonymous | Carol Anne Perry Lagemann | |