The Walsingham Way
A time ago, far from our golden sands, A lady built in our ancestral lands A shrine to our gracious Lady at Walsingham. Now in our time, from southern city of the tram, An unworthy priest takes with staff in hand Onto the lighted path ahead our Lady of Walsingham. Wherefore a shrine he shall build to honour God's Most Holy Lamb, Thereto his Holy Mother too: And for the sinner forever damned Care we should pray, and for the wicked sinner that I am. Onward, upward! The rising road may merry make the humble pilgram While on their way to the glorious Shrine of Mary at Walsingham.
(Peter-Mark, a sinner)
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