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Virgin Dorothy and her martyrdom

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The Legend of St. Dorothy

Dorothy, a lovely maid
a pious life she always led.
And this lovely Dorothy
wore a wreath of gold, you see.
And of a snow white lily,
of the Virgin Mary.
The king did fall in love with her
and sent a letter with these words:
Will you be mine, O Dorothy?
The world shall honour you, you’ll see.

• But I have another love,
  ’tis Jesus Christ, Our Lord above.
  The king, in anger, raged and frowned,
  and Dorothy in prison bound.
  Off to war, the king did ride,
  for seven years he fought with pride.
  In the eighth, he did return,
  and thought of Dorothy again.
  Tell me, servants, then he asked, if she has lived or she has passed?

She lives, my King, indeed she lives,
though she neither eats nor sips.
Dorothy was brought outside,
and stood to face the king with pride.
Will you be mine, O Dorothy?
The world should have so fine a lady.

• But I have another love,
  Jesus Christ, Our Lord above.
  The king grew angry at her rejection
  and and ordered them to heat an oven.
  But the longer she burned in the kiln,
  the brighter glowed her beauty still.
  Dorothy was brought outside,
  and stood to face the king with pride.
  Will you be mine, O Dorothy?
  The world should have so fine a lady.
• But I have another love,
  Jesus Christ, Our Lord above..

The king then called for boiling oil,
and put poor Dorothy there to boil.
But the longer in the oil she stayed,
the more beauty she displayed.
And so they took her out again
and set her down before the king.
Will you be mine, O Dorothy?
The world should have so fine a lady.

• But I have another love,
  Jesus Christ, Our Lord above.
  Then the king had a wheel made,
  and on it, the maiden laid.
  Dorothy prayed to Christ, Her Saviour,
  from the breaking wheel to save her.
  God in His mercy heard her appeal,
  and sent a lightning bolt to smash the wheel.
  From the blue sky it did strike,
  none had ever seen the like.

A nice sharp sword will do the trick
and sever your head from your body quick!
Take her out, executioner, and cut her head off with your sword!
She met Elijah on the way:
Where are you going, Dorothy?
To Christ’s garden, joyfully,
where I shall gather fruit from trees.
I’ll pick lilies white and fair,
from the Virgin Mary’s care.
When you pick them, I beg thee,
would you send here some to me?
The first time that the executioner struck,
the sword it buckled on her neck.
And when he tried to strike anew,
the blade he wielded broke in two.
Filled with anger and mortal dread,
he struck once more and cut off her head.

The holy head is severed,
the soul to heaven delivered.
She stands among the angels bright,
like a bright star in the night.
From heaven comes a little child,
a beautiful infant, meek and mild.
Holding a basket in its hand,
filled with fruits from a heavenly land.
Elijah, faithful friend and true,
here I bring these fruits to you,
from the heavenly garden above,
as my sister promised you with love,
when she met you in this place,
on her way to death’s embrace.