Masato, many thanks for going to that trouble. I appreciate it very much. For comparison, here is my transcription of the Valley Folk recording which differs in a number of respects from what you have posted. It would be interesting to know how this version accords with Hurd's edited text. Thanks for the lead in that regard.

MARY MOTHER COME AND SEE

O Mary mother come and see
Thy son is nail-ed to a tree
Hand and foot, he may not go
His body all is wrapped in woe

From his head unto his toe
His skin is torn and flesh also
His body is both wan and blue
And he is nail-ed on a tree

When John this tale began to tell
Mary would no longer dwell
But ran there fast unto that hill
Where she might her son to see

'My sweet son that to me art dear
'What hast thou done, why art thou here
'Thy head all twisted round with briar
'My lovely son what may this be?'

'Alas, alas, now may I cry
'Why might I not with my son die?'
'This game alone mother I must play
'For sinful souls I die today'

O Mary mother, grieve not ill
From heaven he came this to fulfil
He took his death with a perfect will
To bring man to his liberty

Source: transcribed from The Valley Folk 'All Bells In Paradise' Topic LP 12T192.

--Stewie.