An aungel of God seyd me soo,

And therfore lete us passe.

Tunc ibunt milites ad pueros occidendos, et dicat prima fæmina,

Prima fæmina. Longe lullynge have I lorn!

Alas! qwhy was my baron born?

With swappynge swerde now is he shorn

The heed ryght fro the nekke!

Shanke and shulderyn is al to-torn,

Sorwyn I se behyndyn and beforn,

Both mydnyth, mydday, and at morn,—