[Bot ther] was ȝit gon a gyle:
He wend to haue dronke of the best,
Bot sone he spyllyd on hys brest,
Within a lytell whyle.
The cokwoldes lokyd iche on other,
And thought the kyng was their own brother,
And glad thei wer of that:
"He hath vs scornyd many a tyme,
And now he is a cokwold fyne,
To were a cokwoldes hate."