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Wo was this wrecched womman tho bigon! |
| Hir child cride, and she cride pitously, |
920 | But blisful Marie heelp hir right anon, |
| For with hir struglyng wel and myghtily, |
| The theef fil over bord al sodeynly, |
| And in the see he dreynte for vengeance, |
| And thus hath Crist unwemmed kept Custance. |
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| Woe for this wretched woman then began, |
| Her child cried out and she cried, piteously; |
920 | But blessed Mary helped her soon; the man |
| With whom she struggled well and mightily, |
| This thief fell overboard all suddenly, |
| And in the sea was drowned by God's vengeance; |
| And thus has Christ unsullied kept Constance. |
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