My witt xalle fare the worse;
I wax hevy in lyme and flanke,
Downe I ley me upone this banke,
Under this bryght sterre i-wys.
Tertius Rex. Brother, I must lye the bye,
I will go never over this stye
Tylle I have a slepe.
The yong kyng and his mother Mary,
Save us alle from every velany!
Now Cryst us save and kepe!