To his auter he did it bere,
There his chapell̴ stode.
A knave child there he ffond,
There was closud in his hond [1955]
A gold ryng riche and good.
He bare it to the Cite grett,
There the kyng his fader sett
As a lord of jentill̴ blood,
For he wold saue it ffro dede; [1960]
A grype flew a-bove his hede [2061]