Seven Virgins (The Leaves of Life)

All under the leaves and the leaves of life I met with virgins seven And one of them was Mary mild Our Lord's best mother in Heaven Oh what are you seeking, you seven pretty maids, All under the leaves of life? We are seeking for no leaves, Thomas, But for a friend of thine Go down, go down into yonder town And sit in the gallery And there you'll see sweet Jesus Christ Nailed to a big yew tree So down they went into yonder town As fast as foot could fall And many a bitter and a grievous tear From the Virgin's eyes did fall Oh peace, mother, oh peace, mother, Your weeping does me grieve But I will suffer this, He said, For Adam and for Eve Oh how can I my weeping leave, My sorrows undergo While I do see my own son die And sons I have no more? He's laid His head on His right shoulder And death has struck Him nigh The Holy Ghost be with your soul Sweet mother, now I die Oh the rose, the gentle rose The fennel, it grows so strong Amen, good Lord, Your charity Is the ending of my song