Loke that ze kepe wel oure tristil tre
Vndur the levys smale,
And spare non of his venyson
That gose in thys vale.
Forthe thei went these zemen too,
Litul Johne and Moche onfere,
And lokid on Moche emys hows
The hyeway lay fulle nere.
Litul John stode at a window in the mornynge
And lokid forth at a stage,