Mary moder come and ~e

Gaudeams ~unge we, I hoc ~acro tpe?

Peur nobis natus en ex Maria virgine

Mary moder come and ~e

Thy ~one is nayled on a tre

Hande and fote he may not go

His body is wrapped all in wo

Upon a tre nayled he is

To brynge vs all to heuen bly~~

For Adam that dyde ainy~~e

For an aple that was ~o fre

From his heed vnto his too

His ~kynne is torne and fle~~he al~o

His body is bothe wanne and blo

And nayled he is on a tre

Thy louely ~one that thou ha~t borne

Is crowned with a crowne of thorne

To ~aue mankynde that was but lorne

And brynge man but to his liberte

Whan Johan this tale began to tell

Mary wolde no lenger dwell

But went amonge the Jewes fell

Where ~he myght her ~one ~e

                            A.ii.

My ~wete ~one that arte me dere

Why hange~t thou on rode here

Thy hede is wrythen all in a brere

Louely ~one what may this be.

Moder to Johan I the betake

Johan kepe this woman for my ~ake

On rode I am emendes to make

For ~ynfull man as ye may ~e.

This game of loue I mu~t play

For mannes ~oule it is no nay

There is no man that goth by the way

But on my body he may haue pyte

This payne y^ men haue me wrought

For ~ynfull ~oules I haue it bought

Of all this ~merte yet rewe I nought

If man wolde be kynde to me.

My blode coleth my fle~he doth fall

I am athry~t after drynke I call

They gyue me ey~yll menged with gall

A wors drinke may there be none.

Fader my ~oule to the I betake.

My body dyeth for mannes ~ake

To hell I mu~t withouten make

Mankynde for to make fre

God that deyed for vs all

Borne of a mayde in an oxe ~tall

Graunt vs his realme cele~tyall

Amen, amen, for charyte.

                    Finis.