VI.
¶ Cros, vnkynde þou schalt be kyd,
My sonys stepmodir I þe calle:
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My bridde was borne with beeste on bedde,
And by my Fleissche my fruyt gan fall[e],
And with my breestys my brid I fedde;
Cros, þou ȝyuest hym eysell and galle!
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My white rose rede is spred,
Þat floryssched was in fodders stalle;
¶ Feet and faire handes
Þat now be croysed I kissed hem ofte,
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I lulled hem and leyde hem softe:
And þou Cros haldes hym hiȝe alofte
Bounde in blody bandes!
VII.
¶ My love I lulled vppe in hys leir, [folio 127b]
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With cradel-bande I gan hym bynde,
Cros, he stikeþ vppon þi steir,
Naked in þe wylde wynde:
Fowles formen her nest in þe eyr,
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Foxes in den rest þei fynde,
But goddys sone and heuenys eir,
Hys hede holdeþ on þornes tynde,
¶ Of moornyng I may mynne:
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My sonys hed haþ reste none,
But leneþ on þe schuldre bone;
Þe þornes þorow þe panne is gone
Thys woo I wyte synne.
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VIII.
¶ Cros, to sle hym is þi sleiþe,
My blody brid þou berest fro blysse;
Cros, þou holdest hym hiȝe on heiþe,
Hys faire feet I may not kysse:
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