The canon

Her dumhere grot van hogem stade
thu den dantze der doden ik jw lade
dar gy io niht vele heben na gedacht
de wyle dat gy weren by der wolmacht
legghet myt hulde neder dat byreydeken rot
volghet my sneliken na ik byn de dot

Mr Canon,(1) great from high status.
To the dance of the dead I bid you,
which you haven't thought much about,
while you were by good health.
Lay peacefully your little red biretta down.
Follow me quickly. I am Death.

Och du hemellische konigk der eren
nu is dy tyd dat ik muth steruen leren
hedde ik dat gheleret in jvngheren jaren
(hedde ik wol) stervendes ghedach(t to) var(en)
(mut ik nu) steruen in de......
(so helpe my) gades krafft vnd(e)....

Oh you heavenly king of honour,
now is the time that I must learn to die.(2)
Had I learned this in my younger years,
then I might earlier have thought of dying.
Shall I now die in............
So help me God's powers and.............