‘Wher is þe munke þat þese shuld haue brouȝt?’

Oure kyng can say:

‘Be my trouth,’ seid Litull John,

‘He dyed after þe way.’

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Þe kyng gaf Moch and Litul Jon

Twenti pound in sertan,

And made þeim ȝemen of þe crown,

And bade þeim go agayn.

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