Kinderly is now my coming

into this world with teres and cry

litel and povere is my having

britel and sone I falle from hit

sharpe and strong is my deying

I ne woth whinder schal I

foul and stinkande is my roting

on me, Jhesun you have mercy!



My arrival here is natural

Into this world with tears and crying;

What I have is not much, and poor at that,

Frail and too quickly I have fallen from on high,

My death is sharp and severe,

I do not know where I am going,

foul and stinking I rot,

O, Jesus have mercy on me!