Herkyne, seres, what I sey;
Her may ȝe here solas and pley,
Iff ȝe wyll take gode hede;
Kyng Arthour had a bugyll horn,
That ever mour stod hym be forn,
Were so that ever he ȝede.
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Ffor when he was at the bord sete,
Anon the horne schuld be [fette],
Ther off that he myght drynk;