Adam lay ybounden,
Bounden in a bond;
Foure thousand winter,
Thought he not too long. 

Blessed be the time
That apple taken was,
Therefore we moun singen.
Deo gracias! 

And all was for an apple,
An apple that he tok, 
As clerkes finden 
Wreten in here book. 

Never had the apple taken,
The apple taken ben,
Ne hadde never our lady,
ben Hevene Quen.