I se us nakyd before and behynde.
Oure lordes wurd wold we not drede,
Therfore we be now caytyvys unkynde,
Oure pore prevytés ffor to hede,
Summe ffygge-levys fayn wolde I fynde,
ffor to hyde oure schame.
Womman, ley this leff on thi pryvyté,
And with this leff I xal hyde me,
Gret schame it is us nakyd to se,
Oure lord God thus to grame.