Wanne mine ehnen misten 
And mine heren sisses 
And mine nosen coldet 
And mine tunge foldet 
And [bad word] slaket 
And mine lippes blaken 
And my muth grenet 
And my spotel rennet 
And my her risset 
And my herte grisset 
And mine hinden bivien 
And mine fet stivien 

Al to late, al to late 
Wanne mine ehnen misten 
And mine heren sisses 
And mine nosen coldet 
And mine tunge foldet 
And [bad word] slaket 
And mine lippes blaken 
And my muth grenet 
And my spotel rennet 
And my her risset 
And my herte grisset 
And mine hinden bivien 
And mine fet stivien 

Al to late, al to late 
Wanne the bere is ate a gate 

Thane I schel flutte 
From bedde to flora 
From flora to here 
From here to bere 
From bere to putte 
And te putte fordet 

Al to late, al to late 

Thane lyd minehus uppe mine nose 
Of al this world ne give I it a pese