+Explicit. King Edward and Robin Hood and Little John. Imprinted at London in Fleet street at the sign of the Sun. By Wynken de Worde.+ _English Carols._ [From a Manuscript at Balliol College, Oxford.] =Written before 1500.= =From a Balliol MS. of c. 1540= _English Carols._ From a Manuscript at Balliol College, Oxford. _Mater, ora filium, ut post hoc exilium nobis donet gaudium beatorum omnium!_ Fair maiden, who is this bairn That thou bearest in thine arm? Sir it is a Kinges Son, That in Heaven above doth wone. _Mater, ora, etc._ Man to father he hath none, But Himself God alone! Of a maiden He would be born, To save mankind that was forlorn! _Mater, ora, etc._ The Kings brought him presents, Gold, myrrh, and frankincense To my Son full of might, King of Kings and Lord of right! _Mater, ora, etc._ Fair maiden pray for us Unto thy Son, sweet Jesus, That He will send us of His grace In heaven on high to have a place! _Mater, ora, etc._ _Ave Maria, now say we so, Maid and mother were never no mo!_ Gaude Maria! Christes mother, Mary mild of thee I mean; Thou bare my Lord, thou bare my brother, Thou bare a lovely child and clean! Thou stoodest full still without blin When in thy ear that errand was done so, Tho gracious God thee light within. _Gabrielis nuncio!_ Gaude Maria! [preva]lent with grace When Jesus thy Son on thee was bore, Full nigh thy breast thou gan Him brace, He sucked, He sighed, He wept full sore. Thou fed'st the flower that never shall fade With maiden's milk, and sung thereto Lullay, my sweet! I bare thee, babe! _Cum pudoris lilio._ Gaude Maria! thy mirth was away, When Christ on cross, thy Son, gan die, Full dolefully on Good Friday, That many a mother's son it sy. His blood us brought from care and strife His watery wound us washed from woe, The third day from death to life _Fulget resurrectio._ Gaude Maria! thou bird so bright, Brighter than blossom that bloweth on hill! Joyfull thou were to see that sight, When the Apostles, so sweet of will, All and some did shriek full shrill When the fairest of shape went you fro, From earth to heaven he styed full still, _Motu quod fertur proprio._ Gaude Maria! thou rose of Ryse! Maiden and mother both gentle and free, Precious princess, peerless of price, Thy bower is next the Trinity! Thy Son as law asketh a right, In body and soul thee took Him to, Thou reignes with Him right as we find. _In coeli palatio._ Now, blessed bird, we pray thee a boon, Before thy Son for us thou fall, And pray Him, as He was on the rood done And for us drank eisell and gall, That we may wone within that wall Wherever is well without woe, And grant that grace unto us all. _In perenni gaudio._