Hii maden kyng of somere, so hii ner ne sholde,
Hii setten on ys heved a croune of rede golde,
Ant token him a kyne-ȝerde so me kyng sholde,
to deme.
Tho he wes set in see,
Lutel god couthe he
kyne-riche to ȝeme.
Now Kyng Hobbe in the mures ȝongeth,
For te come to toune nout him ne longeth;
The barouns of Engelond, myhte hue him gripe,