The while thilk same unhappy ewe,
Whose clouted leg her hurt doth shew,
Fell headlong into a dell,
And there unjointed both her bones:
Might her neck been jointed attones,
She should have need no more spell;
Th' elf was so wanton and so wood,
(But now I trow can better good,)
She might ne gang on the green.
WIL. Let be, as may be, that is past;