The throstel cock made eke his lay,
The wodé dove upon the spray
He sang full loud and clear.
Sir Thopas fell in love-longíng
All when he heard the throstel sing,
And pricked as he were wood;
His fairé steed in his prícking
So swatté, that men might him wring,
His sidés were all blood.
Sir Thopas eke so weary was