Kyndeli is now mi coming
Into this werld wiht teres and cry.
Litel and pouere is myn having,
Britel and sone ifalle from hi;
Scharp and strong is mi deying,
I ne wot whider schal I.
Fowl and stinkande is mi roting --
On me, Jesu, yow have mercy!
(If these lyrics seem familiar, we've heard them before courtesy of the Mediaeval Baebes, from their CD Worldes Blisse.)