[Of Decembre the tenthe day],

Whan hit was night, to slepe I lay

Right ther as I was wont to done,

And fil on slepe wonder sone,

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[As he that wery was] for-go

On pilgrimage myles two

To the [corseynt] Leonard,

To [make lythe] of that was hard.

But as I [sleep], me mette I was