ȝit fayre mullynge, take it nat at no greve;
Now, fayre babe, wele mut thou cheve!
ffayr chylde, now have good day.
ffareweyl, myn owyn dere derlyng:
I-wys thou art a ryght fayr thyng!
ffarewel, my Lorde and my swetyng!
ffarewel, born in pore aray!
Maria. Now, ȝe herdmen, wel mote ȝe be,
ffor ȝoure omage and ȝour syngynge:
My sone xal aqwyte ȝow in hefne se,