Joseph. Lo! lo! seres, what told I ȝow,
That it was not for my prow,
A wyff to take me to;
An that is wel sene now,
ffor Mary I make god avow,
Is grett with childe, lo!
Alas! why is it so?
To the busshop I wole it telle,
That he the lawe may here do,
With stonys here to qwelle.