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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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Our Lady stood beside the Cross, |
A little space apart, |
And when She heard Our Lord cry out |
A sword went through her heart. |
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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. |