Author: Thomas Potts

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• Mary Sharratt (2)
  • IN: Daughters of the Witching Hill (2010) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Upon Good-Friday, I will fast while I may Untill I heare them knell Our Lords owne Bell, Lord in his messe With his twelve Apostles good, What hath he in his hand Ligh in leath wand: What hath he in his other hand? Heavens doore key, Open, open Heaven doore keyes, Steck, steck hell doore. Let Crizum child Goe to it Mother mild, What is yonder that casts a light so farrandly, Mine owne deare Sonne that's naild to the Tree. He is naild sore by the heart and hand, And holy harne Panne, Well is that man That Fryday spell can, His Childe to learne; A Crosse of Blew, and another of Red, As good Lord was to the Roode. Gabriel laid him downe to sleepe Upon the ground of holy weepe: Good Lord came walking by, Sleep'st thou, wak'st thou Gabriel, No Lord I am sted with sticke and stake, That I can neither sleepe nor wake: Rise up Gabriel and goe with me, The stick nor the stake shall never deere thee.
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