Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Synfull Man Thou Art Vnkynde Blow ye wide styl and blow nat so shyl My blode man I shed for the al at wyl Blowe ye wide styl and blowe nat so shyll This paine to suffre is my fathers wil. Synfull man thou art vnkynde To thy maker ye made ye of nou Thou shuld kepe and haue in mide Howe with my blode I the bought To saue the from the paynes of hell That we the fende yu shulde nat dwell Neyther rather to go. Blowe the wynde styl This payne to suffre To a piller bound both fote and hand (damage) ll al my fenetr (damage) prode dyd brast The iues me bet (damage) they coude stand And as they weryed they dyd them rest And arose agayne and scorged me so Tyll blode and fleshe wente the bones fro Blowe the wynde styll. This payne to suffre. Whan they me scorged sharpe and sure They crowned me with a thorne A rede in my hande for a septure And there they kneled me beforne They sayde to me al hayle my kynge For so was always theyr sayenge And mocked me so Blowe the wynde styll. This payne to suffre. I bare ye crosse that was so longe To Caluery where my deth was dight My mother folowed with rufull songe Seyng my trauel she fel downe ryght To se me in such payne I brought For the syn man ye thou hast wrought She was full wo Blowe the wynde styll. This payne to suffre. On the crosse they splayed me than And all my body they drewe in brede Tyl fleshe and blod thorow ye skyn ran My handes and fete with holes dyd blede They went me fro with one assent And made a knyght my herte to rent Thus payned they me tho Blowe the wynde styl This payne to suffre. They gaue me drynke ye was nat fyne The which was eysell myxte with gall They gaue it me in stede of wyne And I sayd than made an ende was al Than went away my spirite to hell To fetche the soules ye there dyd dwel And in Limbo lay. Blowe the wynde styll. This payne to suffre. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #