'O hald yer tung, my deire maister,

Nor mak se sayre ane mene;

'For I will breide your seuin dochteris,

To winsum ladyhoode,

To thynk as ladyis ocht to thynke,

And feile as maydenis sholde.

'I'll breide them fayre, I'll breide them free

From every seye of syn,

Fayre as the blumyng roz withoute,

And pure in herte withyn.'