¶
Gaudeamꝰ synge we ī hoc sacro tꝑe
Puer nobis natus ē ex Maria virgine
¶Mary moder come and se
Thy sone is nayled on a tre
Hande and fote he may not go
His body is wrapped all in wo
¶ Vpon a tre nayled he is
To brynge vs all to heuen blyss
For Adam that dyde amysse
For an aple that was so fre
¶ From his heed vnto his too
His skynne is torne and flesske also
His body is bothe wanne and blo
And nayled he is on a tre
¶ Thy louely sone that thou hast borne
Is crowned with a crowne of thorne
To saue mankynde that was but lorne
And brynge man but to his liberte
¶ whan Iohan this tale began to tell
Mary wolde no lenger dwell
But went amonge the Iewes fell
where she myght her sone se
¶ My swete sone that arte me dere
why hangest thou on rode here
Thy hede is wrythen all in a brere
Louely sone what may this be.
¶ Moder to Iohan I the betake
Iohan kepe this woman for my sake
On rode I am emendes to make
For synfull man as ye may se.
¶ This game of loue I must play
For mannes soule it is no nay
There is no man that goth by the way
But on my body he may haue pyte
¶ This payne yt men haue me wrought
For synfull soules I haue it bought
Of all this smerte yet rewe I nought
If man wolde be kynde to me.
¶ My blode coleth my fleshe doth fall
I am athryst after drynke I call
They gyue me eylyll menged with gall
A wors drinke may there be none.
¶ Fader my soule to the I betake.
My body dyeth for mannes sake
To hell I must without en make
Mankynde for to make fre
¶ God that deyed for vs all
Borne of a mayde in an oxe stall
Graunt vs his realme celestyall
Amen / amen / for charyte.
Finis.
¶ Of saynt Steuen
¶ To saynt Steuē wyll we pray
To pray for vs bothe nyght and day
OF saynt Steuen goddes knyght
That preched ye fayth day & nyght
He tolde the Iewes as it was ryght
That Chryst was borne of a may.
¶ The Iewes sayd in grete scorne
That Christ was not of a mayde borne
Than sayd Steuen ye are but lorne
¶ And all that beleue in your lay.
¶ Now is spronge the welle of lyfe
Of Mary moder mayde and wyfe
Therfore the Iewes fell at stryfe
¶ And with steuē thā dyspu [...]ed they.
¶ The wycked Iewes at the last
Stones at Steuen they gan cast
His hed and armes they all to brast
And made his body in foule aray.
¶ Steuen that was full mylde of mode
Thought he were all reed in blode
In his prayers styll he stode
And cryeng to good thus he dyde say
¶ Lorde god for thy myghtfull grace
Forgyue the Iewes theyr trespace
And gyue theym grace to se thy face
In the Ioye that lasteth aye.
¶ To heuen he loketh soone on hye
To the father and sone truly
And to the holy goost he gan cry
Receyue my soule I the pray.
¶ God receyued his boone anone
Downe came aungeles many one
They toke his soule & to heuē dyd gone
To blyssednesse that lasteth ay.
¶ To that blysse that is so goode
Them that dyed vpon the roode
Graunt vs for his precyous bloode
Our saluacyon at domes day.
¶ Finis.
¶ Of saynt Iohn̄.
¶ Pray for vs to god on hye
Blyssed saynt Iohan and our lady.
O Blessyd Iohan t [...]e euangelyst
Ryght dere beloued of Iesu cryst
The preuyte of heuē in erthe thou wyst
As touchynge to the trynyte.
¶ That prynce that is withouten pere
To Iohan he toke his mode dere
All whyle [...]he lyued in erthe here
That vyrgyns were bothe he and she.
¶ This noble Iohan that we of rede
Informed vz of Chrystes dede
The whyle that he on erthe yede
In his gospell so fynde we.
¶ whan Chryston crosse hanged so hy
He sayd vnto his moder Mary
Lo there thy sone standynge the by
¶ And se thy moder Iohan sayd he
¶ Nowe pray we to this saynt echone
For vs to pray to god in trone
Out of this lyfe whan we shall gone
To se hym in his mayeste
¶ Finis.
¶ A caroll of the Innocentes.
¶ Marke this songe for it is trewe
For it is trewe as clerkes tell.
In olde tyme straūg thyngꝭ cam to pas
Grete wonder & grete meruayll was
In Israell.
¶ There was one Octauyan
Octauyan of Rome Emperour.
As bokes olde doth specyfye
Of all the wyde worlde trulye.
He was lorde and gouernour.
¶ The Iewes that tyme lackyd a kyng
They lackyd a kyng to gyde them well
The Emperour of power and myght
Chose one Herode agaynst all ryght
In Israell.
This Herode thā was kyng of Iewys
was kyng of Iewys & he no Iewe
For sothe he was a panym borne
wherfore on fayth it may be sworne
He reygned kynge vntrewe.
¶ By prophesye one Isay
One I say / at lest dyd tell
A chylde sholde come wōderous newys
yt shold be borne trewe kyng of Iewys
In Israell.
This Herode knew one borne shold be
One borne sholde be of trewe lenage
That sholde be ryght herytour
For he but by the Emperour
was made by vsurpage.
wherfore of throught this kyng Herode
This kynge Herode in grete fere fell
For all the days most in his myrth
Euer he fered Chrystes byrth
In Israhell.
¶ The tyme came it pleased god
It pleased god so to come so pas
For mannes soule in dede
His blyssed sone was borne wyth spede
As his wyll was
¶ Tydynges came to kynke Herode
To kynge Herode / and dyd hym tell
That one borne forsoth is he
whiche lorde and kynge of all shall be
In Israell.
¶ Herode thā raged as he were woode
As he were wode of this tydynge
And sent for all his serybes sure
yet wolde he not trust the scrypture
Nor of theyr councellynge.
¶ Than this was the conclusyon
The conclusyon of his councell
To sende vnto his knyghtes anone
To sle the chylderne euerychone
In Israell.
¶ This cruell kynge this tyranny
This tyranny dyd put in vre
Bytwene a day and yeres too
All men chylderne he dyd sloo
Of Cryst for to be sure.
¶ Yet Herode myssed his cruell pray
His cruell pray as was goddes wyll
Ioseph with Mary than dyd fle
with Chryst to Egypt gone was she
From Israell.
¶ All this whyle this tyrantes
This tyrantes wolde not cōuert
But innocentes yonge
That lay sokynge
They thryst to the herte.
¶ This Herode sought the chyldren
This chyldren yonge with corage fell
But in doynge thys vengeaunce
His owne sone was slayne by chaunce
In Israell.
¶ Alas I thynke the moders were wo
The moders were wo it was grete skyl
what motherly payne
To se them slayne
In cradels lyeng styll:
¶ But god hym selfe hath theym electe
Hath theym electe / in heuyn to dwell.
For they were bathed in theyr blode
For theyr baptym for soth it stode
In Israell.
¶ Alas agayne what hartes had they
what hartꝭ had they those babes to kyll
with swerdes whan they hym caught
In cradels they lay and laught
And neuer thought yll.
¶ Finis.
This was the tenour of her talkynge
Timor morris conturbat me.
¶ I asked that byrde what she ment
I am a [...]et fayre & gent
For fere of deths I am all shent
Timor morris conturbat me
¶ Whan I shall dye I know no day
Contrey nor place I can not say
Wherfore this longe synge I may
Timor mortis conturbat me.
¶ Iesu chryste whan he sholde dye
To his father gan he crye
Father he sayd in trynyte
Timor mortis conturbat me
¶ All chrysten people beholde & se
This worlde is but a vauyte
For therin is but necessyte
Timor mortis conturbat me.
¶ Wake or slepe / eat or drynke
whan I on my last ende do thynke
For great fere my soule doth synke
Timor mortis conturbat me.
¶ Finis.
¶
Blessyd Stephan we the praye
Pro nobis preres funde
I Shall you tell this ylke nyght
Of saynt Stephan goddes knyght
He tolde the Iewes that it was ryght
That Cryst was borne of a mayde
Blessyd Stephan. &c.
¶ Then sayd the Iewes wt grete scorne
That goddes sone myght not be borne
Stephan sayd ye be forlorne
And all that byleueth on that lay
Blessyd Stephan. &c.
¶ This Stephā whā he was mostꝑfyte
In Crystes lawe illumynate
The Iewes hym toke with grete dyspyte
without the towne to lapidate
Blessyd Stephan. &c.
¶ The cursyd Iewes at the last
Stones at Stephan they gan cast
They bette hym and bounde hym fast
And made his body in foule aray
Blessyd Stephan. &c.
¶ Whan the aungell Aue began
Flesshe and blode togyder ran
Mary bare bothe god and man
Through the vertue of benygnyte.
¶ So sayth the gospell of saynt Iohan̄
God and man is made bothe one
In flesshe and breed-blode and bone
One god in persones thre.
¶ And the prophete Ieremy
Tolde in his prophecy
That the sone of Mary
For vs sholde dye on tree.
¶ He hath Ioye to you graunted
And in erth peace hath plaunted
whan yborne was that faynted
In the londe of Galilee
¶ Mary graunte vs the blysse
Where thy sone dwellynge is
And of that we haue done amysse
Thou pray for vs for charyte.
¶ Finis.
❧
Salue regina mater misericordie.
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra salue.
O Very lyfe of swetnes and hope
Of thy mercy sende vs a drope
As thou bare Iesu yt our kynd dyd grop
Salue regina mater mīe. vita. &c.
¶ Vnto our helth thou bare that chyld
With spot of syn thou were neuer defyld
Mary mother bothe meke and myld
Salue regina mater mie. vita. &c.
¶ We synners lady to the we crye
In this world to haue mercy
we synge to the yet or we dye
Salue regina mater mie. vita. &c.
¶ To the we call euer at our nede
A frende specyall for all mannes nede
Thou floure on felde of Adams sede
Salue regina mater mīe. vita. &c.
¶ Thy eyen of pyte from vs not hyde
Whyle we here in this world abyde
Thou gouerne vs and be our guyde
THis voyce both sharp & also
Shalbe herd from heuen to h.
All mydle erthe it shall fulfyll
Venite ad iudicium.
A voyce. &c.
¶ Venite is a blyssed song
For them that for ioye dooth longe
And shall forsake paynes strong
Venite ad iudicium.
A voyce. &c.
¶ Glad in hert may they be
Whan Chryst sayeth Venite
ye blyssed chyldren come to me
In to vitam eternam
A voyce. &c.
¶ whan I hongred ne gaue me meat
ye clothed me agaynst the weat
In trouble ye dyde me not forgeat
Venite ad iudicium
A voyce. &c.
¶ ye socoured me at your doore
And for my sake gaue to the poore
[...]rfore wyll I you socoore
Venite ad iudicium.
A voyce. &c.
¶ Sory in hert may they be
That hereth this heuy worde, Ite
ye cursed chyldren go fro me
Into ignem eternum
A voyce. &c.
¶ Whan for nede that I dyde crye
Confortlesse ye lete me dye
Therfore now I you deny
Venite ad iudicium
A voyce. &c.
¶ For by me ye set no store
ye shall abye ryght dere therfore
In hell with deuyls for euermore
Venite ad iudicium
A voyce. &c.
Finis.
¶
Iesu Christe fili dei viui misebis. Alleluya.
MOost souerayn lorde Chrys [...] ▪
Born of a mayd yt euer was true
With grace and goodnesse yu vs endue
That now singeth this. Misere nobis.
Iesu christe fili dei viui.
¶ Lorde of mercy by propre condycion
That of mankynd made the redemption
Graunt vs now this petycion
That now syngeth this. Misere nobis.
Iesu christe fili dei viui. &c.
¶ Iesu preserue vs / and be our spede
With grace to socour vs at our nede
To do thy pleasure in worde and dede
That now syngeth this. Misere nobis.
Iesu christe. &c.
¶ Puny [...]sh not synners by thy myght
But with mercy medled with ryght
So that we may lyue in thy syght
That now syngeth this. Misere nobis.
Iesu christe fili dei viui. &c.
[...]od graunt vs repentaunce
[...]nd space for to do penaunce
And good lyfe to haue contynuaunce
That we may syng this. Misere nobis
❧ Finis. ❧
‘¶ A voyce from heuen to erth shall com Venite ad iudicium.’