Maydenys ffloure thou wasche me fre,
Ther was nevyr woman of mannys kynne,
So ful of synne in no countré.
I have beffowlyd be fryth and ffenne,
And sowght synne in many a ceté;
But thou me borwe, Lord, I xal brenne,
With blake ffendys ay bowne to be.
Wherefore, kynge of grace,
With this oynement that is so sote,
Lete me anoynte thin holy fote