Thow my fadyr I nevyr se,
I ȝyf not therof an hawe.
Abel. Ryth sovereyn fadyr, semely sad and sure,
Ever we thank ȝow in hert, body, and thowth,
And alwey shulle whylle oure lyf may indure,
As inwardly in hert it kan be sought,
Bothe my brother and I.
ffadyr, I ffalle onto ȝour kne,
To knowe how we xul rewlyd be,
ffor Godys that ffallyth bothe hym and me,