The convent lay eke on the pavëment Weeping, and herying Christ’s mother dear. And after that they rose, and forth they went, And took away this martyr from his bier, And in a tomb of marble stonës clear Enclosed they his little body sweet; Where he is now, God lene us for to meet.
O youngë Hugh of Lincoln! slain also With cursed Jewës—as it is notáble, For it is but a little while ago— Pray eke for us, we sinful folk unstable, That, of his mercy, God so merciáble On us his greatë mercy multiply, For reverence of his mother Marý.