War and Love/An Old Song
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AN OLD SONG
I have no lust nor care
To sing of Mary,
I praise the quaint sweet air
Of a mortal lady.
To sing of Mary,
I praise the quaint sweet air
Of a mortal lady.
She is not clothed in sad
Raiment like Mary
But in cloth and silk that is glad
And fully seemly.
Raiment like Mary
But in cloth and silk that is glad
And fully seemly.
Her eyes are not tear-rimmed
Like those of Mary,
Only with love are they dimmed
When she kisses me.
Like those of Mary,
Only with love are they dimmed
When she kisses me.
By God, though she be God's mother,
I care not for Mary,
Only to serve this other
That is so dear to me.
I care not for Mary,
Only to serve this other
That is so dear to me.
Therefore, sweet friends, I know,
By the splendour of Mary,
Into uttermost hell shall I go
For sweet sin with this lady.
By the splendour of Mary,
Into uttermost hell shall I go
For sweet sin with this lady.