& þe þryd as þro þronge in þerafter;
Þe ioye of sayn Ioneȝ day watȝ gentyle to here,
& watȝ þe last of þe layk, leudeȝ þer þoȝten.
Þer wer gestes to go vpon þe gray morne,
For-þy wonderly þay woke, & þe wyn dronken,
Daunsed ful dreȝly wyth dere caroleȝ;
At þe last, when hit watȝ late, þay lachen her leue,
Vchon to wende on his way, þat watȝ wyȝe stronge.
Gawan gef hym god-day, þe god mon hym lachcheȝ,
Ledes hym to his awen chambre, þ[e] chymné bysyde,