Оригинален текст
Upon this mount I fand a tree, wat gyf agayne my soule to me!
Wen erthe toc erthe of mortual note and ssulen wormes feste
in thi throte, my nayle-stranged soule will sterte upriss
on ssulen wormes and erthe to pi*s.
Quben thow art ded and laid in layme and raggtre rut this ribbs
ar thow art than brocht to thi lang hayme than grett agayn
warldis dignite.
Old English
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