For Adam out of hell buy, _for to buy Adam._
And his kin that is forlore." _lost._
"Son, what shall me to rede?[2]
My pain paineth me to dede: _death._
Let me die thee before!"

"Mother, thou rue all of thy bairn; _rue thou_; _all_ is only expletive
Thou wash away the bloody tern; _wash thou; tears._
It doth me worse than my ded." _hurts me more; death._
"Son, how may I terés werne? _turn aside tears._
I see the bloody streamés erne _flow._
From thy heart to my fet." _feet._

"Mother, now I may thee seye, _say to thee._
Better is that I one deye _die._
Than all mankind to hellé go."
"Son, I see thy body byswongen, _lashed._
Feet and hands throughout stongen: _pierced through and through._
No wonder though me be woe." _woe be to me._

"Mother, now I shall thee tell,
If I not die, thou goest to hell:
I thole death for thy sake." _endure._
"Son, thou art so meek and mynde, _thoughtful._
Ne wyt me not, it is my kind[3]
That I for thee this sorrow make."

"Mother, now thou mayst well leren _learn._
What sorrow have that children beren, _they have; bear._
What sorrow it is with childé gon." _to go._