Of wham that song is that y synge;—
Of Edward kyng that lith so lowe,
Ȝent al this world is nome con springe.
Trewest mon of alle thinge,
Ant in werre war ant wys,
For him we ahte oure honden wrynge,
Of Christendome he ber the prys.
Byfore that oure kyng wes ded,
He speke ase mon that wes in care,—
“Clerkes, knyhtes, barouns,” he sayde,