To cher my wyfe and make her myrth;
Ffor women louys wele pley;
And therfor, serys, have ȝe no dowte
Bot many schall dance in the cokwoldes rowte,
Both by nyght and dey.
"And therefor, lordyngs, take no care;
Make we mery; for nothing spare;
All brether in one rowte."
Than the cokwoldes wer full blythe,
And thankyd God a hundred syth,