Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Whan That My Swete Sone O My hert is wo Mary dyde say so For to se my dere sone dye Seyng I haue no mo Whan that my swete sone Was .xxx. wynter olde Than the traytour Judas He became wonders bolde For .xxx. plates of money His mayster had he solde But whan I wyst of that Lorde my herte was colde O my heart is wo On shere thursday Truely than thus it was On my sones dethe That Judas dyd compas Many were the Jewes That folowed hym by trace And before them all He kyssed my sones face O my heart is wo My sone before Pylate Then brought was he And Peter sayd .iii. tymes He knewe hymn nat parde Pylate sayd to the Jewes Now what say ye: They cryed all with one voyce Crucifige Crucifige. O my heart is wo On good fryday At the mount of Caluary My sone was on the crosse And nayled with nayles thre Of all the frendes that he had Neuer one coud he se But gentyll Johan the euangelyst That styll dyde stand hym by O my heart is wo Though I sorowfull were No man haue no wonder For how it was the erth quaked And horryble was the thonder I loked vpon my swete sone The cros that he stode vunder Lungeus came with a long spere And claue his hert asonder O my heart is wo Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #