How she flew in a fflight,

To her birdus was she boun).

Be-twene her clawes she bare a child: [1945]

He prayed to god and Mary myld,

On lyve to send it down).

That man was well̴ with god all̴-myȝt),

At his fote gan) she light,

That foule of gret renown). [1950]

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Vp he toke the child there, [2051]