Or hastow som remors of conscience,
And art now falle in som devocioun,
And wailest for thi synne and thin offence,
And hast for ferde caught attricioum?
God save hem that beseged han oure town,
That so kan leye oure jolite on presse,
And bringe oure lusty folk to holynesse!
Thanks but no thanks!
yeah don't use old english unless you know how to use it sorry not a favorite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sorry but the poem is straight from middle english NOT from old english yeah that's the score