Chap. 37.
1[1]
Some champions laie
to fallow in Maie.
2
When [tilth] plows breake,
poore cattle cries [creake].
3
One daie er ye plow,
spred [compas] ynow.
4
Some fodder buieth,
in fen where it lieth.
5
Thou champion wight,
haue cow meat for night.
6
Set hop his pole,
make déepe the hole.
7
First, bark go and sell,
er timber ye fell.
8
Fence [copie] in,
er [heawers] begin.
9
The straightest ye knowe,
for [staddles] let growe.