Stronge thevys to steke,
That wele oure lawys breke,
On the wrecchis I wylle be wreke,
And hont hem undyr hay.
In kyrtyl of cammaka kynge am I cladde,
Cruel and curryd in myn crowne knowe;
I sytt here ondyr Sesar in my sette sadde,
Sorwyn to sottys suche sede wytt I sowe.
Boys now blaberyn bostynge of a baron bad,
In Bedlem is born be bestys, suche bost is blowe;