With mocking thorns. Through either bleeding hand
And through both patient feet a mangling nail
Was driven deep. Some cursed, some laughed, cried “Hail,
God crucified!...” And some crouched low in dread
And wept, and thunderous darkness filled the land...
Fayre Robyn.[B]
FAYRE ROBYN he rad owre the brae,
Hys steede he was a wighty browne;