Therfore a newe masangere I wylle fforthe now sende;
ffly fforth, thou fayr dove, ovyr these waterys wete,
And aspye afftere sum dry lond, oure mornyng to amend.
Hic evolet columba; qua redeunte cum ramo viride olivæ,
Joye now may we make of myrth that that were frende,
A grett olyve bushe this dowe doth us brynge;
ffor joye of this tokyn ryght hertyly we tende
Our lord God to worchep, a songe let us synge.
Hic decantent hos versus.
Mare vidit et fugit,