514 Mr. Henry Walford Davies [June 11, 



That word was not so soon said, 



That word in that hall, 

 That capon crew, " Christus natus est," 

 Among the lordes all. 



" Riseth up my tormentors, 

 By two and all by one, 

 And leadeth Stephen out of this town. 

 And stoneth him with stone." 



Tooken they then Stephen 



And stoned him in the way, 

 And therefore is his even 



On Christes own day. 



7. Magdalen. 



Magdalen at Michael's Gate ''j 



Tirled at the pin; i 



On Joseph's thorn sang the blackbird, ■■ 

 " Let her in ! Let her in ! " 



*' Hast thou seen the wounds ? " said Michael, 



" Know'st thou thy sin ? " i i 



*' It is evening, evening," sang the blackbird, , • 



" Let her in ! Let her in ! " 



" Yes I have seen the wounds, j 



And I know my sin." 

 " She knows it well, well, well," sang the blackbird, 



" Let her in ! Let her in ! " 



" Thou bringest no offerings," said Michael, 



"Nought save sin." ' 



And the blackbird sang, " She is sorry, sorry, sorry." ; 



" Let her in ! Let her in ! " ^ 



When he had sung himself to sleep, I 



And night did begin, 

 One came and open'd Michael's Gate, ! 



And Magdalen went in. — Henry Kingsley. 



8. It ivas a Lover. \ 



It was a lover and his lass, 



With a hey and a ho and a hey nonny no. 

 That through the green corn-fields did pass 



In spring time, in spring time, \] 



The only pretty ring time, * | 



When birds do sing, ^ 



Hey ding a ding a ding, ; J 



Sweet lovers love the spring 



