God zow saue, my lege lorde,

Jesus yow saue and se.

God yow saue, my lege kyng,

To speke Johne was fulle bolde ;

He gaf hym the letturs in his hond,

The kynge did hit unfold.

The kynge red the letturs anon,

And seid so mot I the,

Ther was neuer zoman in mery Inglond

I longut so sore to see.