"I forsake the, kyng Herowde,

And thi werkės alle.

"I forsak the, kyng Herowde,

And thi werkės alle:

Ther is a chyld, in Bedlem born,

Is better than we alle."

"Quhat eylyt the, Stevene?

Quhat is the befalle?

Lakkyt the eyther mete or drynk

In kyng Herowdės halle?"