  They warned Our Lady for the Child That was Our blessed Lord, And She took Him into the desert wild, Over the camel’s ford. And a long song She sang to Him And a short story told: And She wrapped Him in a woollen cloak To keep Him from the cold. But when Our Lord was grown a man The Rich they dragged Him down, And they crucified Him in Golgotha, Out and beyond the Town. They crucified Him on Calvary, Upon an April day; And because He had been her little Son She followed Him all the way. Our Lady stood beside the Cross, A little space apart, And when She heard Our Lord cry out A sword went through Her Heart. They laid Our Lord in a marble tomb, Dead, in a winding sheet. But Our Lady stands above the world With the white Moon at Her feet. |
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