To undo us alle!"

The lord that lyved after lust

Tho aloud cryde

After Confort, a knyght,

To come and bere his baner;

"A l'arme! à l'arme!" quod that lord,

"Ech lif kepe his owene!"

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And thanne mette thise men,

Er mynstrals myghte pipe,