Therfore I trust in her specialy
No wycked deth shal he dye.
Therfor be glad, seid litul Johne,
And let this mournyng be,
And I shall be the munkes gyde
With the myght of mylde Mary.
And I mete hym, seid litull Johne,
We wille go but we too
Therfore I trust in her specialy
No wycked deth shal he dye.
Therfor be glad, seid litul Johne,
And let this mournyng be,
And I shall be the munkes gyde
With the myght of mylde Mary.
And I mete hym, seid litull Johne,
We wille go but we too