FRIAR’S BALSAM.

A Gregorian Chant.

Pio No-no,
Who’ll kiss thy toe,
Worship to show,
If thy crown go?
Terrible blow!
If the proud foe
Over thee crow,
Whilst we, for woe,
Cry, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!

We will do so,
Kneeling, as though
Thou didst bestow
All that we owe,
Heads, which we mow
Bare, bowing low,
Punctilio
Not to forego,
Singing, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Too much men know,
Run to and fro,
Too bold they grow,
Our speed is slow,
As the ponds flow:
Thy boat we’ll row,
To Jericho,
There kiss thy toe,
Chanting, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!

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