Iesu, swete sone dere! <br />On porful bed list thou here, <br />And that me greveth sore; <br />For thi cradel is ase a bere, <br />Oxe and asse beth thi fere: <br />Weepe ich mai tharfore. <br /> <br />Iesu, swete, beo noth wroth, <br />Thou ich nabbe clout ne cloth <br />The on for to folde, <br />The on to folde ne to wrappe, <br />For iche nabbe clout ne lappe; <br />Bote ley thou thi fet to my pappe, <br />And wite the from the colde.<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-lady-s-song/
