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CANTUS by ANONYMOUS

First Line: WHEN ALEXANDER OUR KYNGE WAS DEDE
Last Line: THAT IS STADE IN PERPLEXITE
QWHEN Alexander our kynge was dede,
That Scotland lede in lauche and le,
Away was sons of alle and brede,
Of wyne and wax, of gamyn and gle.
Our golde was changit into lede.
Crist, borne into virgynyte,
Succoure Scotlande and ramede,
That is stade in perplexite.



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