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<pre><font size='+2'>SWETE SONE lyrics MEDIAEVAL BAEBES THE</font><br>Swete sone, reu on me<br />
And breste out of thy bondes<br />
For me thinket that I see<br />
Thoru Bothen thin bondes<br />
Nailes driven into the tree<br />
So reufuliche thu honges<br />
Now is betre that I flee<br />
And lett alle these londes<br />
<br />
Swete sone, thy faire face<br />
Droppet all on blode<br />
And thy body downward<br />
Is bounded to the rode<br />
How may thy modress hert<br />
Tholen so swete fode<br />
That blessed was of alle born<br />
And best of alle gode<br />
<br />
How may thy modress hert<br />
Tholen so swete fode<br />
That blessed was of alle born<br />
And best of alle gode<br />
<br />
Swete sone, reu on me<br />
And bring me out of this live<br />
For me thinket that I see<br />
Thy deth, it neyhet swithe<br />
Thy feet nailed to the tree<br />
Now may I no more thrive<br />
For this werld withouten thee<br />
Ne shall me maken blithe<br />
<br />
Translation:<br />
Sweet son, have pity on me<br />
And break out of your bonds<br />
For I think I see<br />
Through both your hands<br />
Nails have been driven into the tree<br />
So painfully you hang there<br />
It would be better if I fled now<br />
And abandoned all these lands<br />
<br />
Sweet son, your beautiful face<br />
Is dripping with blood<br />
And your body beneath<br />
Is bound to the cross<br />
How will your mother`s heart<br />
Endure such a sweet child<br />
That was born most blessed of all<br />
And was the most goodly of all<br />
<br />
How will your mother`s heart<br />
Endure such a sweet child<br />
That was born most blessed of all<br />
And was the most goodly of all<br />
<br />
Sweet son, have pity on me<br />
And deliver me from this life<br />
For I think I see<br />
Your death approaches quickly<br />
Your feet have been nailed to the tree<br />
Now I may never prosper<br />
For without you, all of this world<br />
Can never make me happy<br><br><a href='http://www.lyricsbay.com' target='_blank'>LyricsBay</a> | <a href="http://www.lyricsbay.com/swete_sone_lyrics-mediaeval_baebes_the.html" target='_blank'>SWETE SONE lyrics MEDIAEVAL BAEBES THE</a></pre>

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Swete sone, reu on me
And breste out of thy bondes
For me thinket that I see
Thoru Bothen thin bondes
Nailes driven into the tree
So reufuliche thu honges
Now is betre that I flee
And lett alle these londes

Swete sone, thy faire face
Droppet all on blode
And thy body downward
Is bounded to the rode
How may thy modress hert
Tholen so swete fode
That blessed was of alle born
And best of alle gode

How may thy modress hert
Tholen so swete fode
That blessed was of alle born
And best of alle gode

Swete sone, reu on me
And bring me out of this live
For me thinket that I see
Thy deth, it neyhet swithe
Thy feet nailed to the tree
Now may I no more thrive
For this werld withouten thee
Ne shall me maken blithe

Translation:
Sweet son, have pity on me
And break out of your bonds
For I think I see
Through both your hands
Nails have been driven into the tree
So painfully you hang there
It would be better if I fled now
And abandoned all these lands

Sweet son, your beautiful face
Is dripping with blood
And your body beneath
Is bound to the cross
How will your mother`s heart
Endure such a sweet child
That was born most blessed of all
And was the most goodly of all

How will your mother`s heart
Endure such a sweet child
That was born most blessed of all
And was the most goodly of all

Sweet son, have pity on me
And deliver me from this life
For I think I see
Your death approaches quickly
Your feet have been nailed to the tree
Now I may never prosper
For without you, all of this world
Can never make me happy

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