Adam lay ibounden,Bounden in a bond.Four thousand winterThoght he not too long.
And all was for an appil,And appil that he tok,As clerkes findenWreten in here book.
Ne hadde the appil take ben,The appil taken ben,Ne hadde never our ladyA ben hevene quene.
Blessed be the timeThat appil take was,Therefore we moun singenDeo gracias.
