Byttyr myre to the I brynge,
ffor byttyr dentes on the thei xalle dyng,
And byttyr deth xalle be thi endyng,
And therfor I make mornyng.
Maria. Kyngges kynde,
ffrome the fende
God ȝow defende!
Homwarde ȝe wende,
And to your places ȝe lende,
That ȝe xulde tende.