Þat hise croune he þer crakede
Ageyn a gret ston, þer it lay:
Þo hauelok micte sei, “weilawei!
Þat euere was i kinges bern!”
Þat him ne hauede grip or ern,
Leoun or wlf, wluine or bere,
Or oþer best, þat wolde him dere.
The child lies there till midnight.
So lay þat child to middel nicth,
Þat grim bad leue bringen lict,