Foure hondred pounde I must pay :

And but I be there upon this nyght

My londe is lost for ay.

The abbot sayd to his covent,

There he stode on grounde,

This day twelfe moneth came there a knyght

And borowed foure hondred pounde.

[He borowed foure hondred pounde,]

Upon all his londe fre,

But he come this ylke day