Sum fel in swonyng as þei were dede,

And lay stil as any stone;

Non of theym were in her mynde

But only Litull Jon.

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‘Let be your rule,’ seid Litull Jon,

‘Ffor his luf þat dyed on tre,

Ȝe þat shulde be duȝty men;

Het is gret shame to se.

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