| All under the leaves and the leaves of life
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| I met with virgins seven
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| And one of them was mary mild,
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| Our lord’s best mother in heaven.
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| ''oh what are you seeking, my seven pretty maids,
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| All under the leaves of life? |
| ''
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| ''we are seeking for no leaves, thomas,
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| But for a friend of thine.''
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| ''go down, go down into yonder town
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| And sit in the gallery
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| And there you’ll see sweet jesus christ,
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| Nailed to a big yew tree.''
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| So down they went into yonder town
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| And sat in the gallery
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| And there they saw sweet jesus christ,
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| Nailed to a big yew tree.
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| Yes down they went into yonder town
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| As fast as foot could follow
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| And many a sad and a lonely tear
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| From them virgin’s eyes did fall. |