- 'Stand well, mother, under the rood;
- Behold thy son with gladë mood;
- Blithë mother mayst thou be.'
- 'Son, how should I blithë stand?
- I see thy feet, I see thy hand
- Nailëd to the hard tree.'
- When he rose then fell her sorrow;
- Her bliss sprung the third morrow;
- Blithë mother wert thou tho!
- Lady, for that ilkë bliss,
- Beseech thy son of sunnës liss
- Be thou our shild against our foe!
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