After oure forme faderes' kende
This nyth I waus of my moder born;
Fro my moder I walke, I wende,
Ful feynt and febyl I fare you beforn.
|I am nakyd of lym and lende,||(5)|
To helpe my-self mydday ny morn,
For schame I stonde and schende.
|I waus born this nyth in blody ble||(10)|
Whow mankende is unchende!
Where-to I waus to this werld browth,
|I ne wot but to woo and wepynge.||(15)|
I s[t]onde1 and stodye, al ful of thowth;
Bare and pore is my clothynge,
|A sely crysme my hed hath cawth,||(20)|
Of erthe I cam, I wot ryth wele,
And as erthe I stande this sele;____________________
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Publication information: Book title: English Miracle Plays, Moralities and Interludes:Specimens of the Pre-Elizabethan Drama. Edition: 8th. Contributors: Alfred W. Pollard - Editor. Publisher: Clarendon Press. Place of publication: Oxford. Publication year: 1927. Page number: 64.