Upon this mount I fand a tree, wat gyf agayne my soule to me!

Wen erthe toc erthe of mortual note and ssulen wormes feste

in thi throte, my nayle-stranged soule will sterte upriss

on ssulen wormes and erthe to piss.

Quben thow art ded and laid in layme and raggtre rut this ribbs

ar thow art than brocht to thi lang hayme than grett agayn

warldis dignite.