Ok hebbe wy des grote vorfarenheyt, De doet.In dessen dantz essche ick jw alle,
De Doet sprickt vort an |
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we also have great experience with this DeathTo this dance I ask you all
Death speaks forth and
thus to the pope. |
DeathMr Pope, I mean you, be quickly ready. The PopeLord, have mercy upon me, miserere mei,(4) |
Footnotes: (1) (2) (3) (4)
God sprack mit synem hilgen munde:
Waket unde bedet to aller stunde,
De dod sendet ju neynnen breff,
Mer he kummet slikende alse eyn deff.
See also this note about Death as a sneaking thief.
Ik wil dy uppe de erden strecken
Unde eynnen vot lengher recken.