Adam lay ybounden
Bounden in a bond;
Foure thousand winter,
Thought he not too long.
And all was for an apple,
An apple that he tok,
As clerkes finden
Wreten in here book.
Never had the apple,
The apple taken ben,
Ne hadde never our lady,
A ben Hevene Quen.
Blessed be the time
The apple taken was
Therefore we moun singen
Deo gracias
