Hit befel on whitsontide,
Erly in a may mornyng,
The son vp fayre can shyne,
And the briddis mery can syng.
This is a mery mornyng, seid litulle Johne,
Be hym that dyed on tre,
A more mery man than I am one
Lyves not in cristianté. {371}
Pluk vp thi hert my dere mayster,
Litulle Johne can sey,