My gostly fader

My gostly fader, I me confesse,

First to God and then to you,

That at a window (wot ye how?)

I stole a kiss of grete sweteness,

Which don was done advisedly;

But hit is doon, not undoon now.

My gostly fader, I me confesse

First to God and then to you.

But I restore it doubtless shall

Agein, if so be it that I may;

And that to God I make a vow

And elles I ask forgiveness.

My gostly fader, I me confesse

First to God and then to you.