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.