“Jhu þt was wt spe y stoṅge And for us hard and sore y swounge Glady both old and younge Wt wytte honest That wylled a whyle ster her tounge And herkeny gest
But fele men be of swythe manre Goodnesse when hy scholden here Hy nylled naƺt leste wt her ere To lerny wyt But as a swyn wt lowryng cher All gronne he sytte.
And fele of hem casted a cry Of thyng þt fallyd to rybavdy That noon of hē þt sytte hȳ by May have no lest God schylde all þys company Fram swych a gest.
And ƺeve us grce goodnesse to lere Of ham þt before us were Crystendō how they gōne a rer Tho hyt be gan Of oon þe best ys mowre a here That hyƺt Ottouyan.”