The Soud’s Lent

A skirdloe fande the oint minstre agon wepte, to aulden viers scund. Tairf the rinte loure scend fauld,
to annure, the scadden fared. An quinte rapture leep, the mouldey steer. To an eustace rate the avon fleep,
an conjure moire’s sweet.