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.