Rith al bi þe heued more
Þanne ani þat þer-inne stod:
Þo was ubbe bliþe of mod,
Þat he saw him so fayr and hende,
Fro him ne mithe his herte wende,
Ne fro him, ne fro his wif;
He louede hem sone so his lif.
Ubbe loves Havelok better than any one else.
Weren non in denemark, þat him þouthe,
Þat he so mikel loue mouthe;