[(11)]
Lytyll̴ wyst Desonell̴ that jente,
For whos love that he went [110]
To fyght with that knave.
Now god, that Dyed appon a Rode,
Strengithe hym bothe bone and blod,
The fyld for to haue!
He that schall̴ wend soche a wey, [115]
Yt were nede for hym to pray,
That Iesu hym schuld saue.