When God was servèd duly,
and all the chants were sung,
A dreadful cry of sorrow
arose from out the throng;
Out of the minster must they
now bear him to his grave.
Those who were loth to lose him
fresh tears and cries forth gave.
When God was servèd duly,
and all the chants were sung,
A dreadful cry of sorrow
arose from out the throng;
Out of the minster must they
now bear him to his grave.
Those who were loth to lose him
fresh tears and cries forth gave.