He loved the grasses loved the birds loved the clouds
Loved the heavens loved the earth
Loved each day dancing
Like a prancing
Foal
Therefor he never ne soughte him deth
But deth was ay by him
Ay neare to his
Soule
Wherefor for his faithfullnesse
Unto his lorde
He was slayn
Stabbed and hacked
And torn in twayn
Ne in the daye
Ne in the nighte of his mighty fighte
Deth claymed not that doughty knighte
He fell in a rebellioun
In a rising against the worldes faythlessnesse he dyed gloryously
He died many long years ago
He died but heýs still
Not dead
Now ask the name of his lord
That his deed was faithless
And his name was evil
Is only
Known
Today
