In many countres that are myn owyn,
Thorwe byttyr blastys that gyn blowyn,
I stryke aftere the sterre.
I brynge myrre to my present,
A byttyr lycour verament,
ffor he xal suffyr byttyr dent,
In a maydonys flesche is clad.
On byttyr tre he xal be bent,
Man and God omnypotent,
With byttyr betynge his fflesche be rent,