Hauelok þe yunge he dide þer-inne,
Him and his wif, hise sones þrinne,
And hise two doutres, þat faire wore,
And sone dede he leyn in an ore,
And drou him to þe heye se,
Þere he mith alþer-best[e] fle.
Fro londe woren he bote a mile,
[Fol. 208, col. 1.]
Ne were neuere but ane hwile,
A north wind arises, called the bise, and drives them to England.