Þer as claterande fro þe crest þe colde borne renne3,
& henged he3e ouer his hede in hard ÿsse-ikkles.
Þus in peryl, & payne, & plytes ful harde,
Bi contray carye3 þis kny3t, tyl kryst-masse euen,
al one;
Þe kny3t wel þat tyde,
To Mary made his mone.
Þat ho hym red to ryde,
& wysse hym to sum wone.