Wann mine eyhen misten,
And mine heren sissen,
And my nose coldet,
And my tunge folded
And my rude slaket,
And mine lippes blaken,
And my spotel rennet,
And mine her riset,
And mine herte griset,
And mine honden bivien,
And mine fet stivien -
Al to late! al to late!
Wanne the bere is ate gate.
Than I schel flutte
From bedde to flore,
From flore to here,
From here to bere,
From bere to putte,
And te putte furdut.
Than lyd mine hus uppe mine nose.
Of al this world ne give I it a pese!