Look! Sweet mum up the stair
A woman stronger than love over there
In sweet world, sweet mother be more fair
Than roses rare often feigning care
For hottest tempests, please prepare
If my mother at her peace, you scare
Mother, just destroy, let your only son repair
Call, not by trumpet or siren, I'll be there
Curse me, but I pray you be blessed peer
A queen who begot a prince, I only fear
God bless you, dear mother!
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