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,