Medieval Carols

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Medieval Carols
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Carol Verbum Patris

• c.1290
• Cambridge, University Library,
• Ff. I. 17, f. 4

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• Verbum patris humanatur, O, O
• Dum puella salutatur, O, O
• Salutata fecundatur
• Viri nescia
• Eia, eia, nova gaudia.
• The Word of the Father is made human,O, O
• When the girl is greeted, O, O
• The one greeted is made pregnant
• Not knowing a man
• Eia, eia, new joys.

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• Novus modus geniturae, O, O
• Et excedens vim naturae, O, O
• Dum unitur creaturae
• Creans omnia
• Eia, eia, nova gaudia.
• A new style of giving birth, O, O
• And one exceeding the force of nature, O, O
• When to the creature is united
• The one creating all
• Eia, eia, new joys.

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• Audi partem praeter morem, O, O
• Virgo partit salvatorem, O, O
• Creatura creatorem
• Patrem filia
• Eia, eia, nova gaudia.
• Listen for a birth beyond custom, O, O
• A virgin gives birth to a savior, O, O
• A created daughter gives birth to
• The Father creator !
• Eia, eia, new joys!

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• In parente salvatoris, O, O
• Non est nostri moris, O, O
• Virgo partit nec pudoris
• Marent lilia
• Eia, eia, nova gaudia.
• In the mother of the savior, O, O
• It is not of our custom, O, O
• A virgin gives birth but
• The lilies of her chastity do not fade
• Eia, eia, new joys.

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• Verus homo nobis datur, O, O
• Nobis datus demonstratur, O, O
• Dum pax terris nuntiatur
• Caelis gloria
• Eia, eia, nova gaudia.
• A true man is given to us, O, O
• The one given to us is made known, O, O
• When peace is proclaimed to the earth
• And glory to the heavens
• Eia, eia, new joys.

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Iesu Cristes milde moder

• c. 1300
• London, British Library,
• Arundel MS. 248, f. 154v

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• Iesu christes milde moder
• Stud, biheld hire sone o rode
• That he was ipined on
• The sone heng, the oder stud
• And beheld hire childes blud
• Wu it of his wundes ran.

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• Tho he starf that king is of lif,
• Dreiere nas neuerre no wif
• Than thus were, leuedi, tho
• The brithe day went into nicsh,
• The ihesu crist thin herte lith
• Was iqueient with pine and wo.

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• The lif drei ful harde stundes
• Tho thu seye hise bludi wundes,
• And his bodi o rode don.
• Hise wundes sore and smerte
• Stungen thereu and thruw thi herte
• As te bihichte Simeon.

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• Nu his bodi with scurges beten,
• And his blud so wide hut-leten
• Maden the then herte sor.
• War-so thus castest thin eyen,
• Pine storing thu soi im dreien
• Ne mithie noman tholie mor.

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• Nu is time that thu yielde
• Kende that thu um withelde
• Tho thi child was of the born
• Nu he hoschet with gaulinge
• That thu im in thy chiltinge
• Al withelde that biforn.

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• Nu thu fondest moder milde
• Wat wyman drith with hir childe
• Thei thu clene maiden be
• Nu thes yiolden arde and dere
• The pine wereof thu were
• Ine ti chiltuing guite and fre.

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• Some after the nith or sorwen
• Sprong the lith of edi morwen
• In thin herte, suete may,
• Thi sorwen wende al to blisse,
• Tho thy sone al mid-iwisse
• Aros hup-on the tridde day.

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• Welle wat thus were blithe
• Tho aros from deth to live,
• Thur the hole ston be glod
• Al so he was of the boren,
• Bothen after and biforen,
• Ho! Bilof thi maidenhod.

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• Neue blisse he us broute,
• That mankin so dere boute
• And for us yaf is dere life.
• Glade and blithe thu us make
• For thi suete sones sake,
• Edi maiden, blisful wif.

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• Quen of euene, for thy blisse
• Lithe al hure sornese,
• And went hur yuel al into gud.
• Bring us, moder, to thi sone,
• Make hus eure with im wonder,
• That hus boute with his blud.
• Amen.