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