So felle flone3 per flete, when þe folk gedered;
Bot 3et þe styffest to start bi stounde3 he made,
Til at þe last he wat3 so mat, he my3t no more renne,
Bot in þe hast þat he my3t, he to a hole wynne3,
Of a rasse, bi a rokk, þer renne3 þe boerne,
He gete þe bonk at his bak, bigyne3 to scrape,
Þe froþe femed3 at his mouth vnfayre bi þe wyke3,
Whette3 his whyte tusche3; with hym þen irked
Alle þe burne3 so bolde, þat hym by stoden,
To nye hym on-ferum, bot ne3e hym non durst