Whan that my ~wete ~one

O My hert is wo

Mary dyde ~ay ~o

For to ~e my dere ~one dye

Seyng I haue no mo

Whan that my ~wete ~one

Was .xxx. wynter olde

Than the traytour Judas

He became wonders bolde

For .xxx. plates of money

His may~ter had he ~olde

But whan I wy~t of that

Lorde my herte was colde

    O my heart is wo

On ~here thur~day

Truely than thus it was

On my ~ones dethe

That Judas dyd compas

Many were the Jewes

That folowed hym by trace

And before them all

He ky~~ed my ~ones face

    O my heart is wo

My ~one before Pylate

Then brought was he

And Peter ~ayd .iii. tymes

He knewe hymn nat parde

Pylate ~ayd to the Jewes

Now what ~ay ye:

They cryed all with one voyce

Crucifige Crucifige.

    O my hert is wo.

On good fryday

At the mount of Caluary

My ~one was on the cro~~e

And nayled with nayles thre

Of all the frendes that he had

Neuer one coud he ~e

But gentyll Johan the euangely~t

That ~tyll dyde ~tand hym by

    O my hert is wo.

Though I ~orowfull were

No man haue no wonder

For how it was the erth quaked

And horryble was the thonder

I loked vpon my ~wete ~one

The cros that he ~tode vunder

Lungeus came with a long ~pere

And claue his hert a~onder

    O my hert is wo

                    Finis.