For under the
leaves and the leaves of life
Are met with virgins seven
And one of them was Mary, my
Our Lord's best mother
in heaven
Oh, what are you seeking,
you seven pretty maids,
Under the leaves of life?
We are seeking for no leaves,
Thomas,
But for a friend of thine.
Go down, go down into yonder town
And sit in the gallery
And there you'll see sweet
Jesus Christ
Nailed to a big yew tree
So down they went into yonder town,
As fast as foot could fall,
The many of the bitter and
the grievous tear,
From them virgins' eyes
did fall.
O peace, Mother,
O peace, Mother,
Your weeping does me grieve
I will suffer this season
For Adam and for Eve
How can I, my weeping leave,
my sorrows undergo,
when I see my own true son to die,
and sons I have no more
He laid his hand on his right shoulder
And death has struck him nigh
The Holy Ghost be with your soul
Sweet Mother, now I die
Oh, the rose, the gentle rose,
the fennel that grows so strong
Amen, dear Lord, your charity
Is the ending of my
song