| | Suche maner wordis hadde we on honde | |
| | Now wol I speke of my firste husbonde | |
| | M | y firste husbond was a Reuelour | |
| | Tys is to say he hadde a paramour | |
| 455 | And I was yonge and ful of ragery | |
| | Stoborn & strong and pliant as a pie | |
| | Welcoude he daunce and harpe smale | |
| | And synge as mery as ony nychtyngale | |
| | Whan I hadde dronke adraughte of swete wyn | |
| 460 | Metullius the foule chorle the swyne | |
| | That with a staf berafte his wif har lif | |
| | For she drank wyne and I hadde be his wif | |
| | He sholde not haue dauntid me so fro drinke | |
| | And after wyne ou venus muste I thinke | |
| 465 | For also sikir as cold eugendrith hail | |
| | A licorous month muste haue a licorons tail | |
| | In vynolent persone is no defence | |
| | This knowen lechours be experience | |
| | But lord crist whan it remembrith me | |
| 470 | Vpon my youthe and on my Iolite | |
| | It tiklith so vpon my herte Rote | |
| | Vnto thys day it doth my herte bote | |
| | That I haue had my worlde & my tyme | |
| | But age allas that al wol enuenyme | |
| 475 | Hath me berafte my beaute & my pith | |
| | Let go fare weel the deuil go perwith | |
| | The flour is go ther is nomore to telle | |
| | The bren as I best may now muste I selle | |
| | Now to beright mery now wil I fonde | |
