This Enders Night

This enders night

I saw a sight

All in my sleep;

Mary that may,

She sang lullay

And sore did weep.

To keep she sought

Full fast about

Her son fro' cold.

Joseph said "Wife,

My joy, my life,

Say what ye wold."

"Nothing my spouse,

Is in this house

Unto me pay.

My son, a King

That made alle thing,

Lieth in hay."

"My mother dear

Amend your cheer,

And now be still;

Thus for to lie

It is soothly

My Father's will."

"Derision,

Great Passion,

Infinitely,

As it is found,

Many a wound

Suffer shall I

On Calvary

That is so high

There shall I be.

Man to restore.

Nailed full sore

Upon a tree."