Þe soule com to Jhesu euene
Wiþ moche merthe & melody.
Þat day sche deyde — wetiþ weel it! —
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Syxe aungelys deden here body lende
In-to þe mount, þere it is ȝit
And schal be to þe worldes ende.
Off syke folk were þer neuere so fele:
Alle þat euere wolde þedyr wende,
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Oure lord sente hem boote & hele,
Þat alle bales may amende.
Þe toumbe þat sche was layd in þer,
It was al maade off marbyl-ston.
A strem off oyle fayr & cler
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Sprong þer-off ryȝt ful good won —
And so it haþ don seþþyn euere,
Euere siþþe þat sche was slawe.
Alle crystene folk þat þedyr keuere
Here body wurschepiþ wundyr fawe.
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Here day it falliþ in Nouembre,
In world as sche was martyryd here,
On þe seuynþe kalendes of Decembre,
As wreten is in kalendere.
He þat wrot here lyff þus,
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And alle þat it rede & here,
Þe ioye off heuene hem ȝeue Jhesus,
For Maryes loue, hys modyr dere!
Þe heyȝe kyng off alle men kynne,
Þat spredde hys body vp-on tree,
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Brynge vs out off dedly synne
And sende vs loue & charyte,
Þat we mowe to þat stede wynne,
Wiþouten ende in ioye to be,
Þat seynt Kateryne is Inne,
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Amen, amen, pur charyte!
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