On holy þursday god stiȝe þat stounde.
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On witsoneday god gan mynne
¶ To þenke on mannys kynne,
He sent man þe holy goost.
Þe Trinité feest haþ myȝtes moost.
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In Corpus christi wel þou woost,
Is ioyned oure Ioye with gynne.
VI.
¶ At Cristemasse mayde Mary,
Þorowe helpe of þe holy goostis heste,
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Þi brid was born and lay þe by,
Aboute boþe bynne and beeste.
Þe Aungels maden melody
For ioye of cristis feeste;
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A clere note þei sang in þe sky,
Whan kyngis sone bare fleisshly creste.
¶ Scheperdes meest and leest,
"Ioye to god full of love,"
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Herden þei Aungels synge above,
"Pes to man, þe deuyll is drove
Fro goddis trone in þe eest."
VII.
¶ Þan myȝt þe mylde may synge
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Ysaye þe woord of þee;
Þou seydest a ȝerd schulde sprynge
Oute of þe rote of Ientill Iesse,
¶ And schulde floure with florisschyng, [folio 131b]
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With primeroses greet plenté;
In-to þe croppe schulde come a kyng,
Þat is a lord of power and pyté,
¶ My swete sone I see.
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I am þe ȝerde, þou art þe flour,
My brid is borne by beest in boure,
