Clerely perceuye we may
There went the hare away,
The hare, the fox, the gray,
The harte, the hynde, the buck:
God sende vs better luck! 120
God sende vs better lucke, &c.
Twit, Andrewe, twit, Scot,[134]
Ge heme, ge scour thy pot;
For we haue spente our shot:
We shall haue a tot quot