Alone, alone, alone - Anonymous

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◈ Genre / Form → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → ATT ¶ Language → English

Parts 3

Instruments A cappella

Pages 4

CPDL # 73372

Editor Jason Smart

Posted 2023-04-05

License Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives

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Alone, alone, alone. To the grenewode for to play And all hevyness to put away, My selfe alone. I sawe a maide fayre inow; That childe wepid alone. 'Son,' she sayd, 'I have the borne that was forlorne; Therfor I pray the, son, no more, But be still alone.' That men sekyth for to spill, For them to save it is my wyll; Therfore I cum hyther alone.' For mannys gylt is not withstone, And I, thy modir, alone.' Alone, alone, alone. Here I sytt alone, alone. As I me walkyd this endurs day To the grenewode for to play And all hevyness to put away, My selfe alone. As I walkyd undir the grenewode bowe, I sawe a maide fayre inowe; A childe she hoppid, she song, she lough; That childe wepid alone. 'Son,' she said, 'I have the borne To save mankynd Therfor I pray the, son, no more, But be still alone.' 'Modir, me thynkyth it is ryght ill That men sekyth for to spill, For them to save it is my will; Therfor I cum hethir alone.' 'Sone,' she sayd, 'let it be in thi thought, For mannys gilt is not withstone, For thu art he that hath all well wrought, And I, thi moder, alone.'

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