Wyth þe lyuer & þe ly3te3, þe leþer of þe paunche3,
& bred baþed in blod, blende þer amonge3;
Baldely þay blw prys, bayed þayr rachche3,
Syþen fonge þay her flesche folden to home,
Strakande ful stoutly mony stif mote3.
Bi þat þe dayly3t wat3 done, þe douthe wat3 al wonen
In-to þe comly castel, þer þe kny3t bide3
ful stille;
Wyth blys & bry3t fyr bette,
Þe lord is comen þer-tylle,