Gif ye wol stonden hardie wight

Amiddès of the blackè night -

Righte in the churchè porch, pardie,

Ye wol behold a companie

Approchen thee full dolourouse.

For sooth to sain, from everich house,

Be it in city or village,

Wol come the phantom and image

Of ilka gent and ilka carle,

Whom coldè Deathè hath in parle

And wol some day that very year,

Touchen with foulè venìme spear

And sadly do them all to die:

Hem all shalt thou see verilie.

And everichon shall by thee pass,

All who must die that year, alas....