Whyrlande out of a wro, wyth a felle weppen,
A dene3 ax nwe dy3t, þe dynt with [t]o 3elde
With a borelych bytte, bende by þe halme,
Fyled in a fylor, fowre fote large,
Hit wat3 no lasse, bi þat lace þat lemed ful bry3t.
& þe gome in þe erene gered as fyrst,
Boþe þe lyre & þe legge3, lokke3, & berde,
Saue þat fayre on his fote he founde3 on þe erþe,
Sette þe stele to þe stone, & stalked bysyde.
When he wan to þe watter, þer he wade nolde,