XX.
On Christmas morn,
On þe morne, as vch mon myneȝ þat tyme,
[Þ]at dryȝtyn for oure destyné to deȝe watȝ borne,
Wele waxeȝ in vche a won in worlde, for his sake;
So did hit þere on þat day, þurȝ dayntes mony;
Boþe at mes & at mele, messes ful quaynt
Derf men vpon dece drest of þe best.
Þe olde auncian wyf heȝest ho sytteȝ;
Þe lorde lufly her by lent, as I trowe;