| Song | Passing Thus Alone |
| Artist | Mediæval Bæbes |
| Album | Worldes Blysse |
| Passing thus alone, through the silent forest | |
| Many a grievous groan sounded in her ear | |
| Where she heard a man to lament the sorest | |
| Chance that ever came, forc'd by deadly strife | |
| Farewell, me dear, quoth he | |
| Whom I shall never see | |
| For why my life is at an end | |
| For thy sweet sake I die | |
| Through villains cruelty | |
| To show I am a faithful friend | |
| Here lie I a bleeding | |
| While my thoughts are feeding | |
| On the rarest beauty found | |
| O hard hap that may be | |
| Little knows my lady | |
| My heart blood lies on the ground |