‘Loke þat ȝe kepe wel owre tristil-tre,

Vnder þe levys smale,

And spare non of this venyson,

Þat gose in thys vale.’

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Fforþe þen went these ȝemen too,

Litul John and Moche on fere,

And lokid on Moch emys hows,

Þe hye way lay full nere.

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