That these monkes have brought our pay.

Make glad chere, sayd Lytell Johan,

And frese our bowes of ewe,

And loke your hertes be seker and sad,

Your strynges trusty and trewe.

The monke hath fifty two men,

And seven somers full stronge,

There rydeth no bysshop in this londe

So ryally, I understond.

Brethern, sayd Lytell Johan,