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,