I warne ȝow my knyghtes,

A barn is born I plyghtys,

Wolde clymbyn kynge and kyknytes,

And lett my lordly lay.

Knyghtys wyse,

Chosyn ful chyse,

Aryse! aryse!

And take ȝour tolle!

And every page

Of ij. ȝere age,