Many a nyth and many a day,
And gret sche was with childe.
With childe she was, tho sothe to telle,
And I gaf reed my fader to quelle,
So God me bryng out of care;
Now God Fader in Trinite,
Have merci on here and on me,
Of blisse I am all bare.
And after that with outen othe,
Oure fader and oure moder bothe,