‘Ah, my dear, ah, my dear son!’
Said Mary: ‘Ah my dear;
Kiss thy mother, Jesu,
With a laughing cheer.’

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 would.’
‘Nothing, my spouse, is in this house
Unto my pay;
My Son, a king, that made all 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.’