Classic Poem

Of Mary
Sing I will a new song.

Of thes four letters purpose I,
Of M and A, R and Y.
They betoken maid Mary—
All our joy of her it sprong.

Withouten wem of her body,
M and A, R and Y,
Of her was borne a King, truly,
The Jewes dedin to deth with wrong.

Upon the mounte of Calvary,
M and A, R and Y,
Ther they beten his bar body
With scorges that war sharp and long.

Our der Lady she stod him by,
M and A, R and Y,
And wept water full bitterly,
And teres of blod ever among.