Bad he non ageyn him go,
But bi-twen his hondes he bar it in,
A[l] him one to þe kichin.
Bad he non him water to fete,
Ne fro b[r]igge to bere þe mete,
He bar þe turues, he bar þe star,
Þe wode fro the brigge he bar;
He draws water, and cuts wood.
Al that euere shulden he nytte,
Al he drow, and al he citte;