At the window stood the mother,on the bed her son did lie,

“ Will you not rise up, William,and watch the Host go by ? ”

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1 am so poorly, mother,that I cannot hear nor see,

I think of my dead dearest,and it hurts the heart of me.”

Arise, we will go to Kevlaarwith the Book and Rosary,the gracious Mother in Heavenshall cure the heart of thee.”