Ffynd the day of Dame, well may they spede
I graunt them holly to theire neede
The blysse of heven bright.
Sovereigne syrs to you I say
And to all this ffayre cuntre
That played shalbe this godely play
In the whitson weke
That is brefely for to sey
Uppon Monday Tuysday and Wennysday
Whoo lust to see theym he may