“Kyng Edward, honoured thou be!
God lene thi sone come after the
Bringe to ende that thou hast bygonne;
The holy crois y-mad of tre,
So fain thou woldest hit han y-wonne!
“Jerusalem, thou hast i-lore
The flour of al chivalerie;
Now Kyng Edward liveth na more:—
Alas! that he ȝet shulde deye!
He wolde ha rered up fol heyȝe