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The truth, man, thou hast spoken, Of it thou mayest be sure,
For I must lose my precious blood For thee and thousands more.
If any one should come this way, And enquire for me alone,
Tell him that Jesus passed by As thou thy seed did sow.
After that there came king Herod, With his train so furiously,
Enquiring of the husbandman Whether Jesus passed by.
Why the truth it must be spoke, And the truth it must be known,
For Jesus passed by this way, When my seed was sown.
But now I have it reapen, And some laid on my wain,
Ready to fetch and carry Into my barn again.
Turn back, says the captain, Your labour and mine's in vain,
It's full three quarters of a year Since he his seed has sown. |
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