And evyr synge “welaway.”
Mors. Off kynge Herowde alle men beware,
That hath rejoycyd in pompe and pryde;
ffor alle his boste of blysse ful bare,
He lythe now ded here on his syde!
ffor whan I come, I cannot spare,
Fro me no whyht may hym hyde;
Now is he ded and cast in care,
In helle pytt evyr to abyde;
His lordchep is al lorn.